The Man Who Smiled Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I only replied with a flat face as I pulled the chair in front of me and landed my butt on it. "Can't you give me a little warm smile, Grace?" The man was asking more of me? I winced at his words. Why would I give a smile to a man who would most likely ruin my life in the future? "Grace." The man called me back. Annoyed and disgusted, I finally forced a smile at him. If only he didn't have vulgar pictures of me, I would have flatly refused all of his requests. He was a very cunning man.

A small, cold, patient smile. The kind of smile a man wears right before he decides exactly how he is going to ruin you.

This sudden change of mood took the woman by surprise, she had never seen a man change his attitude so easily, well she had never had many conversations with them either. Amanda took a seat in front of Jack and with a smile she said, "I did quite well, in fact, I am very grateful to you. Jack had been with many different women for years, and most of them showed fake smiles, but when he began to interact more deeply with Amanda, he discovered that she smiled a lot, even though her situation was not the best, it was like a way to give herself strength, that was what the man liked the most, her smile and perseverance. Before she knew it, the man stroked her cheek, which was flushed from the ten

The man smiled. “Too late.”

'I'm not' I want to say that but that will be really impolite so instead I said "Yes, thank you for lending me your shoulder" and smiled brightly. He also smiled with a satisfaction on his face making me vonfuse 'Why the hell is he smiling now?' I can't seriously think of a reason why and it's also impossible for him to smile just because I thanked him What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he playing to confuse me? No. That couldn't it be because he doesn't even show his emotions that easily, Based on the novel, he hates showing an emotion with other people so he won't sacrifice that just to make fun of me

“But tell me, why are you smiling?” Suddenly, he grabbed my book from my hands, and I looked at him, annoyed. “What is this? An old history book?” he asked. “So? Some of us actually enjoy learning.” “Are you calling me dumb?” he inquired with a smile. “No, you did.” We both laughed as I snatched the book back from him. “Why is an old history book making you smile, though?” he asked. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the weather.” “You’re not even sitting in the sun,” he pointed out.

“Your damn serious face with such a sarcastic compliment is scaring me.” I was caught so off guard by his comment that, I probably, made a funny face. Adding to it, I trip over the feet of the bench. Luckily, I plant my hands on the high bench and prevent myself from the embarrassment of falling. He lets out a soft laugh. “Is my compliment that scary that it’s making you trip?” I freeze. He laughed! I thought this man was incapable of smiling, given, how cold his attitude was. Yet, he caught me off guard with his pleasant smile thrice today.

It was a middle-aged man and love smiled at the person and this time, it was a full smile. “You seem so happy to see me.” He said and the man sneered at Leo. “Happy to see you, why would I?” He asked and Leo laughed. “I was never home with you and I am sure you haven't had the best years.” He said and the man suddenly hit his shoulder. “What do you think you are? My life, like?” He asked and Leo laughed at the man. Unlike all the people we have met, he seems closer to the man he was speaking to.

There was silence. Absolute silence. There wasn’t any form of movement, Neither did anyone breathe. Nobody even blinked. Because the man on the screen, the one standing in the hallway of the building, had smiled. Not a random smile. Not a cold smile. Not Nathan’s terrifying smile. No. This smile looked completely different. Like the one of recognition. Like relief. Like he had been searching for something for years, and had finally found it. Amara stared at the screen.

--- The man appeared to be in his sixties. Silver hair. Expensive suit. Perfect posture. The kind of presence that immediately demanded attention. --- He smiled as I approached. --- "Miss Hart." --- His voice was calm. Polite. Dangerous. --- I remained standing. --- "You invited me." --- "I did." --- The old man gestured toward an empty seat. --- I ignored it. --- His smile widened slightly. --- "Smart." --- Of course it was smart. Sitting down would imply trust. And I trusted nobody.