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Leonor came down the stairs looking at me still shyly with all the things he liked on the counter, and letting out a corner smile, but still feeling that the atmosphere was strange : Leonor... I know that maybe now is not the best moment to tell you this, but I never understood what my love language was, I didn't understand what I liked, hoped or did to show my feelings, but I was always shy about them, maybe I was afraid to shout them out to the world, and now I realize that I should have shouted them out to you. I have always tried so hard to repress myself with fear of love that I don't know how to tell you what I feel and now, I am lost, when I look at you, I don't know if there is love,

I turn my gaze back and then visualize a scene that is somewhat amusing, dangerous, and also somewhat unpleasant. A boy, somewhat overweight and also very drunk, takes off his shirt and starts running like crazy, shouting things I didn't manage to understand and passing by right where I was. He gets to the lake in front of the house and then he dumps it. Everyone here is shouting his name and some other things like, "That's how it's done, motherfucker!" "I'm your fan!" "Make me a son!" "I love you, fat man!" And worst of all, all that was said only by men. It was really funny.

I huffed, "because I will never marry a man in this... cult." "Cult?" Dad laughed. "I want nothing to do with this circle you guys are a part of. Where all people care about is wealth and showing off and talking about each other." "You're no saint, Camiela. You're one of us," Derek pointed out. "Not by choice. If I had the choice, I would have disappeared," I said through gritted teeth, jabbing my knife towards him before feeding Khan the last bite. "I'll get you ice cream in a little bit, I promise," I said, wiping his mouth clean and then planting a quick kiss on top of his head.

I was nothing more than a live-in babysitter, a co-signer on a marriage license, and a subordinate. I silently evaded her touch, eyeing her with mockery. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear, Chelsea. I don't love you anymore, so you can drop the act. In fact, I genuinely hope you and Lucas have a wonderful life together."

She suddenly didn't want to hear his voice at that moment, she didn’t want anything to do with that man at that point. She sighed and answered. "It's the same universal love language: the act of spending quality time together, the daily words of affirmation, the random gifts, different beautiful acts of service, and the last one is physical touch." She answered beautifully, and smiled. She realized she still remembered it in detail.

[Language of Truth] “Love is not found in the grand gestures the world sees, but in the quiet, shared language created when all the facades have been removed.” The penthouse was drenched in the soft, horizontal light of the mid-morning sun. For the first time in months, Panni and Jinyan sat at the sleek dining table not to pore over corporate documents, but to share a simple, unhurried breakfast. The air was calm, free from the imminent threat of betrayal or exposure.

Silvan holds his arms out to me, not batting an eyelash when I climb into his lap. “Hi, baby.” He whispers with a lazy smile that makes my heart flutter, “are you okay? Did you get enough sleep?” And because as usual, he has my heart melting like goo, I cannot resist leaning forward to kiss him with all the tenderness I can muster. “I did.” I reply when I finally pull back. “Thank you for making breakfast. I missed you.” I cannot explain the immense joy that floods my system when I see the happy sparks in his eyes. I learned quickly that Silvan's love language is words of affirmation. And I intend to smother him in it as long as it makes him happy.

The paper crackled beneath my fingers, revealing a sleek box of chocolates, glossy and dark, like they belonged in a gourmet shop window. Dennis watched me closely. “Too on the nose?” “I told you guys we should’ve gotten roses,” Noah said. “She hates it,” Wesley muttered like he already regretted everything. My eyes lifted to his, and I gave a quiet laugh. “You really do give gifts to everyone, don’t you?” I said. “That’s your thing.” Wesley gave a crooked smile. “What, is it that obvious?” “Gifts must be your love language,” I murmured. “Chocolate’s mine.”

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.

"Me?" Stefani nodded. "I haven't heard you say it to me. Not even once..." Jacob gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, a smile playing on his lips. "Why do I need to say it when I can show you every day?" "But saying it is different, you know... Some people have the love language of words of affirmation—" Before she could finish her sentence, Jacob kissed her and spoke loudly, "I love you." Stefani was stunned, her eyes wide with surprise. But her amazement only grew as he repeated himself, "I love you. Let me know if you want to hear it, and I'll say it to you over and over again."