Smile By R5 Novels & Stories

Patrick's POV The smile hadn't left my face since Lexie kissed me at the elevator door. And it was with that smile that I arrived at the club to meet Rick. He was sitting in front of the pool, at a table with an umbrella. "Well, look at that smile. Did you go to the dentist and have him screw that smile on?" Rick joked, and I couldn't stop smiling. "What an idiot! It's just a beautiful sunny day and I'm really excited today."

*Smiles* ^_^ Okay, moving on.

I pulled the sheet up over my face so he wouldn't see me smile. L

Chase says with that sarcastic smile on his lips. "What happened five years ago can stay in the past. Let's say it was a little night of adventure between the two of us. It is not like it's going to happen again. Now you want to talk business, or will you stand there with your sarcastic smile and try to make me feel uncomfortable the whole time?" I ask. I will not let him intimidate me.

A white dazzling smile. "I'm Ryan, and you are .... "

The steam rose gently, releasing a calming aroma of peppermint and chamomile. Today had been long. Full of meetings, patient consultations, and one online session with Rika to discuss the donors' responses after yesterday's presentation. Some were interested; others were still hesitant. But Rika’s enthusiasm, as always, reignited the small spark within me that had dimmed from exhaustion.

The next was a family picture with his parents. Vanessa stared for several seconds. Then she slowly nodded. "Oh..." "What?" "I get it now." Chloe looked at her. "What do you mean?" "He's handsome." A smile escaped Chloe before she could stop it. Vanessa noticed immediately. "There it is." "What?" "That smile." "I didn't smile." "You absolutely did." Chloe laughed softly and looked back at the phone. Ryan looked confident in every picture. His smile was warm without looking arrogant. His eyes carried a quiet kindness that cameras rarely captured properly.

Don't show even a flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I smile. The smile of a predator who's just spotted wounded prey. The smile of someone who knows exactly how this game will end.

The smile was somewhat similar to Chen’s, but it carried a completely different flavor—Chen’s smile was like sunlight, warm and healing; Damon’s smile, on the other hand, was like a flame, direct and intense, filled with an undeniable passion and sincerity that couldn’t be ignored. With a resigned sigh, Dean muttered under his breath, “Fine, do whatever you want.” Damon noticed Dean’s subtle smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He gently ruffled Dean’s hair, his voice soft yet reassuring. “Don’t worry, these photos are just for me. No one else will ever see them.” Dean met his gaze, his lips curling into a small smile, despite his lingering embarrassment. Though he still