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he added, tone shifting so subtly she almost missed it, “that only covers one favor.” She blinked. “What?” “The dress.” He set the coffee cup down gently. “The other gift—the bookmark—that’s separate.” “Separate?” she echoed, eyes widening. He nodded, completely composed. “Naturally.” For a moment, Isabelle could only stare. Who was being so difficult just now and refusing to be treated to a meal? He was actually demanding another one? “Wait, Mr. Thorne, you just said you don’t like transactional gratitude!” “I don’t,” he said evenly, folding his newspaper. “But you do. I’m only respecting your principles.”

And as a matter of fact, he'll have something with her that night also. It is not by luck that he manovaured it and gave it to her, he was paying his dues upfront for the services she would render to him later that evening. Jeniva is not smart and intelligent. Otherwise she would have gotten it without him having to make it so glaring. He looked round and didn't know who made the comment while everyone was murmuring. Junxi was going to ruin the starlight entertainment. Jeniva Manor stood up and make an innocent face. He politely requested for the permission to talk. These people are a bunch of idiots, she thought.

“It’s a gift, I made this world just like how you’ve written it and imagined it in your writing. It’s incredible, isn’t it?” “Gift? What are you-” “I’m giving it to you. You made me experience something incredible today and you’ve shown me just how incredible a human can be, I’m giving you this realm, not just an access but full control over this place.” “Whaa-WHAAT?!!! This is too much, not just too much but it’s even unthinkable!” “It’s a gift, are you not going to accept a gift from your creator? Ah, it breaks me to hear that you would decline my gift, huhu.”

"Freya, I thought I made myself clear at the last dinner. None of us want to marry you. You shouldn't be here." I nodded. Smiled. "That's why I'm only here to deliver an invitation." He paused. Then the smile sharpened. "Same trick as last time with your father? Lure us to the venue, then spring a groom on us at the ceremony, betting we wouldn't have the nerve to walk out in front of everyone?" "Haven't you learned your lesson, Freya?"

I'll just wait till dawn for my appointment with her. I took my phone off the little seat next to me, and turn on Unstoppable by Sia. I need the courage to ease me mentally. I mentally remind myself again too. I wriggle my feet, feeling uncomfortable. It's sure cold already. I close my eyes, snuggling into my bedsheets- feeling comfortable. *Bliss!* I signed. *We should go for a run tomorrow, don't you think?* Olcan suggested. "Here, right after the appointment."

I was just drunk! “Please,” I said as I pushed him by his shoulders. He gritted his teeth but masking his slight anger away, he took two-step behind whilst looking at me. “I have something for you,” he mused as he walked to the bed backward and picked up the small red box and bought it closer to me, and opened it, revealing a large purple stone. I frowned looking at it. It had to be the most beautiful stone I had ever seen. It surely wasn’t a diamond.

"Oh, that idiot Peter. He was in my car last time when we went to Kallie's birthday. Must've left his stuff behind. Totally forgot." I gave him a small smile and slid the box back in. "It's fine. I believe you. No need to explain." "Exactly. I mean, when have I ever lied to you, right?" The car started up again, and he smiled like nothing happened. Like I was supposed to brush it off. Like finding condoms in his car was just... whatever. But seriously, what girl would be okay with that? Who sees that and decides to play dumb? Good thing this is almost over.

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Melissa. It had been a week and Logan had managed to avoid each other. I barely saw him at all. The whole situation made me uncomfortable for some reason- not hearing from him or his whereabouts. That evening one of the maids had stopped by to tell me Logan was back and had asked me to join “them” for dinner. She handed me a box that had a black sequence dress and a pair of silver heels. Why would he buy me gifts when he wouldn't even speak to me? How was he so sure that it would fit? I sighed and opened the small black box. In it lay a simple silver bracelet on a golden chain with matching earrings. They looked nice and expensive and I didn't know how to feel, I wasn't used to getting gifts