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So it turned out that to Peter, I was nothing more than a maid. What more could I say? Some people simply didn't need to do anything at all to get everything I once longed for. On the other hand, even after I drank to the point of suffering gastrointestinal bleeding on behalf of him, and landed in the hospital for a gastric lavage, all I got in return was three words. "We're even now." Pushing those thoughts aside, I stood up abruptly and walked toward Peter. Sammy's eyes widened like a frightened deer. She looked panicked, as if I were about to hurt her.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Even though I couldn't fully see what the interior looked like due to the lack of colors, I could tell that the decorations and setting had a vintage style to them. "How do you like it?" Lilac asked as we sat down. "This place is amazing." I replied. "I really like it." "Wait until you try their coffee. Not many people know about this place, but the coffee here is really delicious. They brew the coffee using the coffee beans they raised themselves." "Wait, why don't many people know about this place? If it has really good service and products, shouldn't people be crowding here?" "The manager always refuses publicity. He wants people to come here only when they hear about how delicious the co

But don't worry, the Narrator will explain each and everything when the right time will arrive). Ten minutes of silence and the food they ordered still had not arrived on their table, so she called the waitress. 'Why you are taking a lot of time for a little order please serve as quick as you can we are starving…!' She said to the waitress. The waitress asked for the apology for the late serving and she also served the ordered food on their table in the next two minutes and said to them that your order was almost ready Ma'am. Jenny started with mixing up the ketchup in her juicy pasta which was looking superbly delicious in the white state which comes from the mayonnaise. While she was mixin

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He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

"I have a question." I spoke without haste and let my gaze sweep the room. "The opposing counsel keeps emphasizing that I poisoned a food delivery." I paused. "But that day, I did not order takeout at all."

" Elysia froze on her spot. No matter how many times she offered to help him, he did not let her do anything. In the end, she gave up and watched him quietly. When it was done, the kitchen was a mess, but he did not forget to plate the food prettily. He served it at the dining table and they sat together. It looked okay. If she didn't see the cooking process, it would have been a lot better. Elysia dug the fork into the pasta and took a bite. She glanced at his little twinkling eyes and gave him a nod. "Gosh, that's delicious." And it tasted even better than how it looked. Most of the things he used were store-bought. Of course, it isn't that hard to mess up. However, upon seeing her enjoy h

She returned with a cup of coffee for them and later she brought the doughnuts for them. "Hmm. It is the best I have tasted "Nafisa moaned as she took a bite of her doughnuts. "Thélete kréma kýrie. ¿Do you want cream ? " The waitress asked again holding the cream can. "Say yes babe. Pretty please with a cherry on top" Nafisa begged, she would love to taste it with cream. "nai parakaló.¿Yes please?" He chuckled. He payed for the food and they left holding hands in the late hours of the night , taking a stroll .

They listed their dream meals: [M9-grade wagyu, charcoal-grilled!] [Black truffle pizza—looks pricey as hell.] [You guys are basic. I want nyotaimori, with Patricia serving herself!] Their sneering faces seemed to leer through the screen, but my grin only widened. ... The next day, as I prepared another round of deliveries, the doorbell rang. It was my cousin, Della Harris, whom I hadn't seen in ages. "I saw what was happening online," she said, her voice dripping with false concern. "Don't let it get to you. Those people are scum!"