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He then said while buttering up, “Mr. Lewis, I have some issues here, someone is boasting around here, why don't you come and help out? Okay, okay!” After he ended the call, Wyatt pointed at Harvey arrogantly and rebuked, “You f*cking brat, do you know who Mr. Lewis is? Yup, Zayn Lewis, the one who almost broke your f*cking leg! If you weren’t so lucky this afternoon, you would have been crippled by now, how would you have the chance to boast in front of me? If he doesn’t teach both of you a lesson later, I’ll kneel down before you!”

"You got a way with the ladies, huh, Mr. Lewis?" "Unfortunately so." I opened the door and walked into the dimmed two-bedroom trailer. After getting a beer from the fridge, I dropped down onto the side of the bed and pulled out my phone, pulling up Riley's picture. "You got me today, didn't you? You fucking knew it too. Who are you, pretty girl?"

His eyes stopped at Stephanie's belly and he rubbed it before tears fell off his eyes. "So please, stop this and we can start again." "I'll forgive you for everything you've done and you can start a new life with your child", Lewis said, trying to convince him but he said something we didn't expect him to. "No, I don't deserve such luxury." "I've never done anything good in my life and I can't do it now." "I hate to say this but for the first time, I'm proud of you Lewis." "You never gave up on your dreams despite my attacks."

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about what they could do for Leah. Francesca noticed that Ray had turned his right hand over and was absently running his thumb over the back of the three-headed dragon tattoo that had been inked on his wrist since he was sixteen. Francesca looked at Ray contemplatively. “What would you do if you were Leah?” She asked Ray quietly. Ray’s head snapped in Francesca’s direction. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then he quietly asked, “What do you mean?”

Only then did she return her phone to the table. … Lewis leaned against the car window while using his phone. He clicked into the chat history for the 15th time today and was about to type something when he decided not to. Lewis pinched his brows together, grabbed a cigarette from the glovebox, and lit it. He opened his social media app out of habit when he saw an alert for it. At first, he wanted to remove the notification, but he happened to see Avery's profile picture. Lewis clicked into it and saw the collaged photo she had just posted.

However, Jayden had many connections willing to help him at any time and he put that to good use, supporting Lea from behind. "This is fun," Lea said with relief. "I never imagined a day like this would come and it turned out to be a great relief, to see their faces, to experience what I experienced before." "Look, Lea, check your F******k and I*******m," Jayden said, holding up his phone. "Your follower count has skyrocketed inversely to Fely's. You and Fely are in the top searches, on opposite sides," Jayden added with a chuckle.