Seducing My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad
he asked just as we reached the ground floor.
"Oh, m-my name isn't really important enough for you to keep asking. But you can just call me Gie," I said, gripping the armrests of the wheelchair tightly. I didn't want to give him my full name. I was certain that when he saw Mark, he would mention hitting a woman with his car today.
"Gie? Okay, Ms. Gie. That's a nice name," he complimented.
I don't know why, but I felt myself warming up to Mark’s father. He seemed to have a kind heart, unlike his son. Even though he looked stern, his actions showed a genuine sense of humanity.
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