Will You Marry Me, Again?
Casting a glance at the Rolls-Royce that occupied two parking spots, he said, “That’s how good your driving skills are.”
Sniffing, she explained, “I didn’t bring any trouble to my neighbors. I bought both of these spots!”
“You’re forbidden from driving ever again!”
She disagreed with him, “That’s not fair. My driving skills are top-notch. Am I supposed to let it go to waste?”
“You were driving at 200 kilometers per hour. Quite top-notch, I’d say.”
Smiling sweetly, she said, “You’re too kind, Cedric.”
Then, he said, “You won’t get the chance to do so again.”
Bab Populer