Strawberry Guy Without You 소설 & 이야기

Probably Colt. When Ryker pulls back, I'm dizzy. "I love you," he says. "I love you too." He gets in the SUV. The door closes. I step back. Watch as the convoy pulls away. They disappear around the corner. And suddenly—I'm alone. Camila appears beside me. "You okay?" "Yeah. I think so." "He'll be back soon." "I know." But I already miss him. The space he fills. The way he looks at me. "Come on," Camila says gently. "Let's get you some tea. Then we can plan your day."

"I can control who wakes up and who sleeps. That is why I gave you these enchanted straws. But I cannot control a person's despair. "Since things have come to this, you can only accept it." He nodded slightly and walked out of the house. Carla collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes empty and unfocused. "He's gone, he disappeared." The talented boy who rarely spoke was gone. A sharp pain hit her chest. She bent forward slightly, as if all her strength had been drained. Her eyes shifted, and she noticed the photos on the TV cabinet. Only then did she realize something. Every smiling face in those pictures was Simon. There wasn't a single photo of Harry.

You're not planning to be his side chick, are you? Evan cut in. "Leaving you at the altar was my mistake. But love is love—I never loved you. Eight years or eighty, it won't change. "If the money's not enough, I'll add another hundred grand. Call it compensation for what I did to you." They talked over me. Like I wasn't even there. Then Evan pulled out his phone, tapped a few times—and froze. "You deleted me?" *** I didn't get why he was freaking out.

As I squatted down to pick them up, I found one apple half-rotten. I peeled off the bad part. The rest was still edible. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Carl. "It's the 15th. Where's the money?" I snapped a picture of the remaining apple and sent it to him. "This month's short. Can I pay with apples?" He didn't reply. I cut the apple into pieces and dropped it into my pasta. The sweetness seeped into the salty sauce, making the taste weird. The rain had stopped outside, and the smell of barbecue from the night food trucks below drifted up.

The stiffness in his shoulders were more pronounced and he let his head fall back against the headrest. He'd had a busy day, handling reports and getting contracts. He was exhausted, yet amused. The image of Ava's red face resurfaced. He'd caught her staring at him, she hadn't looked away fast enough. They hadn't really spoken to each other after the party so their interactions were a little awkward. He could still feel the smell of her perfume which surprising calmed his senses, or maybe he was more tired than he thought. Sighing deeply, Luke pulled out his phone and turned off the Do Not Disturb mode. The screen lit up instantly.

A need to be seen, felt—anything but invisible. And in that moment, I didn’t push her away. From the corner of my eye, I saw Luigi scrambling out of the car, eyes wide, checking the surroundings like he expected paparazzi to jump out of the shadows. The last thing I needed was a scandal before sunrise. But right then, none of that mattered. Because the broken woman in my arms had just kissed me like her heart had nothing left to lose. “Mr. President,” Luigi approached me cautiously, and concern etched across his face.

“That guy is hot.” Anna chuckled. “I know. Stop mentally undressing him, will you?” Just then, the guy looked over and caught them glancing. He gave a wave and winked. Anna nudged Vivian with a laugh. “He’s waving at you. Say something.” Vivian shook her head. “Oh, no way.” “What?” Anna’s brows lifted. “Since when does Vivian say no to a walking thirst trap?” Vivian said nothing, choosing instead to take a big bite of her sandwich.

The sweet taste filled his nostrils. Actually, Brandon has a secret he doesn’t want anyone to know. Which is that he likes sweets, especially cakes, candies, and strawberry juice. If others knew, surely the image that Brandon had built for so long would be shattered. ‘Yup, it’s still a good idea to keep this a secret,’ Brandon silently said to himself. ‘Haiz, the strawberry is delicious. Next time I should buy another bottle!’ In contrast to Brandon, who was leisurely drinking strawberry juice, Anna was sitting in front of her desk, flipping through her old books for something. It seems to be something quite important to her.

"Oh, it was there this morning. Maybe I lost it while shopping with a friend." No wonder James had suddenly left home this morning, citing an urgent situation at work. So, he had used that disgusting condom in the car this morning with Sally. A wave of nausea surged in my chest, and I almost vomited. "I don't feel well. I'll head home first," I said. Seeing my pale face, Sally didn't press further. She nodded furiously. "Okay. We'll meet another day. Rest well." Before she could finish, I fled from the café. The breeze whipped my body unforgivingly.

Placing her hand on Nicolas’s shoulder affectionately, Daisy stated softly, “It’s ok Nick. There are uncountable cake shops in the city. We will pick the cake from the next shop. We have the whole day. Why so upset already?” “No shop can supply Strawberry blast today. Not only today but maybe for the next couple of days.” “Eh! Why? What happened all of a sudden?” “The labourers of the strawberry blast factory which supplies the strawberry blast in our city are on strike. So the supply has stopped totally. In no way, we will manage to get a strawberry blast,” Nicolas explained with staid calmness but Daisy could feel the sadness hiding behind his calmness. Nicolas continued again worriedly, “