Novel & Cerita It Can Be Arranged

The phone chimes with my answer. Where? Same place. Tonight. This time, I'll make Aria talk. Come after 8:00 p.m. It could be a trap, and I could be the biggest fool, but taking risks gets me what I want. And what will I do if I get what I want this time? Show off a Lanzzare as my date at the next Ivanov black tie function? This is bad, but I can't resist seeing her one more time. "A suit this time," she says. "And wine."

After that he let me sit down while he carried on his conversation with other people. "Now back to Clementine's question," spoke Beverly as she sat down in the chair besides me and crossed her legs, "how did you and Mr Aebischer meet?" I just shrugged, exhausted form keeping up a charade, "arranged," was what I said. "Ah, just as we suspected," Clementine said as she looked around the room, "almost every single couple in this room was arranged. Myself, Beverly and Emma are arranged to rich assholes who can barely wipe their assholes without getting tired."

🍭 Daniel POV 🍭 Am not used to Washing dishes but I can't give Kathie that impression that am a lazy ass. She also tried despite it is an arranged marriage not based on love. She still play her role as a wife. She left the kitchen, I smiled. Kathie is now changed.. I thought this marriage will be full of fight and quarrel but here am I willing to be close to her. I will try my possible best to gain her friendship. I washed the dishes and arranged them neatly. I got out of the kitchen hoping to meet Kathie at the sitting room but she is not there.

I tried to rephrase my question. " Yes , I will move in back with you, now, before Ethan is discharged." She replied. I looked at her face to figure out if she was serious or being plain sarcastic. As if sensing my confusion , she smiled to assure me. " So you're not joking?" I was asking for reassurance but never did I think I would receive it like that.

I want you to deliver the coffee ASAP. The attendant's eyes widened, and she swallowed her saliva when she realized that the amount of the coffee had been quadrupled unexpectedly. "Or, should we just go?" Bryce butted in as a silly half smile creased his face, which showed that he was enjoying the moment. "Oh, no wait!" The attendance was voiced out. ~~~~~~~~~

“Essentials only. Have it ready by tomorrow afternoon if possible.” There was a short confirmation on the other end of the line. I ended the call and looked back at Amira. “There’s an apartment we can place you in through the foundation,” I told her. “It’s small, but it’s safe and it’s yours for as long as you need it. There’s also a part-time position that won’t interfere with taking care of her.” I nodded toward the baby. “And you’ll have what you need to get through the first weeks while everything settles.”

No it can't happen. "No i think you are wrong. It can be that his house is coincidencely this way?" I replied. I am sure he wouldn't do this. It can be that his house is this way. Can't it happen? "We are not sure. Let's wait here for a bit and then leave with another car which is on the way. I have to inform Mr. Alex about this" She said and bring out her phone from her pocket. I snatched her phone at that moment.

Jessica spoke up, desperately invading the conversation. I rolled my eyes while Christian sighed, controlling his annoyances. “ That would be really great then. I like personal touches anyway.” Mr. Collins replied, nodding with a big smile. “ Yeah. We are just waiting for you to finalise the location from the list. Then we'll start working immediately.” Christian said further. “ I can't tell you how desperately I'm looking forward to the outcome, Mr.Brown” Mr. Collins said and Christian nodded with a smile while stopping the passing by waiter to grab drinks.

“I want her to use it on herself.” Understanding settled in his posture. “She won’t do that willingly.” “No,” I agreed. “But she doesn’t need to.” I smiled again. Slow. Cold. “She just needs to lose control at the right moment.” Silence stretched between us. Then.. He nodded once. “It can be arranged.” Of course it could. Everything could be arranged. “With witnesses,” I added. “Important ones.” “Understood.” I stepped back, setting the vial down carefully. “Make it convincing.”

What if being his caretaker will dig up old emotions? “Can I think about this arrangement?” I ask, hoping for a little more time. “Of course, Paige. Take all the time you need,” Julian says, his tone softening. “But please, consider it. Dallas needs someone he trusts right now, and you might be the only one who can give him that.”