Novel & Cerita Kyle Andrews You Always Make Me Smile

"I kept looking for her in the school hallways, at the cafeteria, or at the gates of the school... just to get a glimpse of her smile again. And when I did get to see her smile, feeling ko, kompleto na ang araw ko. Her smile is the sweetest, most unforgettable smile I have seen in my entire life. And fast forward to today, I am happy that I get to see her smile for the rest of my life." Sabay-sabay na napa-"awww" lahat. Man, Andrew was really good. She almost believed what he was saying herself. "So to my beautiful bride, here's a toast to you," said Andrew and raised his glass to her. "I will do my best in this marriage so I can see that beautiful smile of yours everyday for the rest of our

I laughed softly. “That is so sweet, Jade.” He blinked sharply, his smile flickering. “It's… Wade actually.” Oh, fuck. Andrew snickered beside me. “Yeah… Wade. I mean, your smile just reminded me of a Jade jewelry of mine so…” He laughed loudly. “I will take that as a compliment, Rosie. And do be sure to come to my game this Friday.” “I wouldn't miss it for the world.” I replied. He turned to Andrew and gave him a firm shake, before walking away.

(Jessamine’s POV) “Give Mommy your beautiful smile,” I said, planting tiny kisses on Kyle’s tummy and grinning to make him smile. Kyle twitched his lips, ignoring me as I tried to take a picture from my phone, and instead of smiling for me, he groaned, his eyes gazing at me as he pooped. I wrinkled my nose, pressing the camera, taking that moment when he opened his mouth. “You looked adorable when you poop,” I smiled and sighed, placing my cell phone on the side table to clean him up.

he said before working out a smirk. "A billion? What is it with that, anyway?" Her eyes started to gleam after her response. "Exactly. It's the number of ways I want to make you smile," he replied, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear. "So sweetheart, you should always smile because sad eyes do not suit you... Now, let's kiss and make up." "Thank you, Andrew," Kenzie said under her breath, tipping her toes and reaching for his lips. "Are you just going to stay there and make every single soul jealous? Or are you coming inside?" They heard Melissa say, and that was their cue to break off from their embrace.

Whatever pity and hesitation she’d felt vanished instantly, replaced with hot burning rage. “I don’t love you, Kyle”, she spat. A way to release her pent up frustration and annoyance. She glanced at Andrew, who was smirking at her, a self satisfied expression - it was loving and sickening. The kind of smile someone wore when they knew they had done something right and couldn’t wait to get their reward for it. “Since you’re not leaving anytime soon, and I don’t want you stay here longer than you already have” he said, motioning toward Kyle with a tilt of his head.

The apartment reminded me of my billionaire boss and I want to move on with my life. "Hey, you're looking beautiful as always." "Kyle, you're such a sweet talker. Andrew, come on in..." I was anxious all day about meeting Kyle and Andrew again, especially Andrew since our last meet was not a pleasant one. But that evening Kyle was doing his best to cheer up the mood and he succeeded when Andrew started to laugh at his jokes and I was seated next to Andrew while Kyle was busy mixing his vodka cola. We were drinking and snacking while he kept on refilling our glasses.

Kyle said, always curious. “It’s like how you feel when you just stuffed yourself with your favorite food and then you get to spend your time with your favorite people. You just feel really calm and happy.” Kyle’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s it, peace. Thanks, Andrew.” He smiled at me before turning back to Delilah. Kyle was the hardest to win over by far. He was so smart and quiet, so much like his mother. He didn’t talk to me much and the ‘thank you’ he gave me meant more to me than he could ever know.

Andrew, dressed in a burgundy robe and black loafers, smiled and pointed to a tall, pale blond with green eyes staring at me intently from behind large black-rimmed glasses. "Nice to meet you. Call me Kyle," the man smiled his charming, dimpled smile and extended his hand to greet me. Amazed by his beauty, I smiled back and took his hand, suddenly forgetting why I had come here in the first place. "Poppy Hopkins," I managed to say, staring into his magnetic eyes. "Okay, man, that beauty is taken; you must find someone else." Andrew cut in, pulling my hand out of Kyle's and gently steering me toward Amara, who had joined us. I blushed at Andrew's words but still stared at the handsome man in

Lyrek said, taking the lead on my fun facts game while I gathered myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Andrew raise his fist in the air. He continued raising it until he had it within his line of sight. Letting my eyes fall from what Lyrek is doing, I saw the brightest smile on Andrew’s face that I have seen since we entered the OR. “Your heart must be huge then. Lyrek, cause your hands are humongous.” Andrew giggled.

I nodded in confirmation feeling Jacob’s presence as he took a seat “Anything,” He leaned closer squinting his eyes. “Even if I ask you to wear my smelly flyers jersey for a whole week?” Jacob snorted and coughed, and said “Oh, please say yes to that.” I nodded solemnly. “Anything you want.” The change was immediate. Andrew’s grin came back, and he started cheering louder than anyone in our section, waving his sign like the most excited man here. His joy was infectious, and I felt myself getting pulled into the rhythm, shouting and clapping until my voice went hoarse.