To Sir Phillip With Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Philip went to answer it, revealing Trey outside. "Boss, it's time. We'll be late for the flight," Trey announced. "Give me five minutes," Philip replied before closing the door. When he returned, regret was evident on his face. "You're leaving?" I asked. Philip nodded. "Okay..." He gently held my face in his big, warm hands. "I'll see you soon, my love..." ‘My love...’ As those words escaped his lips, my heart fluttered with joy. And so, we sealed our farewell with a tender, lingering kiss

How long will you keep being a fool, Akira? How long will you keep accepting the painful words he throws at you? Will I only stop loving him when there’s nothing left of me? “Ma’am Akira!” Isla shouted as she rushed toward me. “That was too much! Sir didn’t even thank you for all the effort you put in!” “C "Akira, stop crying,” Manang said gently. “I’ll just keep the food for when he comes back.” “Ah, Manang, no need… let’s just eat it,” I said, forcing a smile. “It might spoil if we leave it.”

"You can take her home sir, thank you for doing business with us. I hope she can please all your needs, and if there is any problem, just call me Sir." "Same here." That must be the voice of Mr. Rivera. Why is that? Is it her voice that's attractive? What can it look like? "Sir, if you want we can accompany you to the outside, for me to lift Model 131313." "No need, I got my men in black outside, waiting for us." "Okay Sir, ahh... by the way..." "Hmmm?" "Sir, do you already have a name for her? If you don't mind, of course..."

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Said Kamillah. "Of course I wouldn't give you a choice, you two are my favourite people.“ "As always, an amazing party you have hosted here.“ Said Kilan. Sir Philips takes two glasses and hands them over to the duo in front of him. “I will try my best." He said with a chuckle. He suddenly cleared his throat before saying; "Well, I'll leave you two, enjoy the party.“ He then walked off to meet another set of guests. "He seems to be in a good mood today?" Kamillah said. She took a glance at Kilan who was still staring at Sir Philips.

“And where’s that?” “You get too wrapped up in this,” he said simply. “You won’t be able to let it go. And then what? You’re gonna keep pushing her until she breaks?” I didn’t answer. Charlie sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, man. I’m just saying... maybe this one’s different.” I smirked. “That’s what makes it fun.” He shook his head, standing up. “You’re impossible.” I chuckled. “And you love me for it.”

She rambled on and on as I drove past the humiliated lady behind. "There's no need for apologies, Rosé, that's why we're doing this tonight". Our conversation hung in the air, a lingering tension sieving between us. "We uh, need to fix your calling me "sir". I'm afraid it might haunt me later." “Can you try something else?" "Love?" She replied "Too much!" She blurted out, quickly interjecting herself. The ride went quiet for a moment, I stole a glance at her and she seemed a bit lost in thoughts.

She ended the call with those words, and although I still felt hurt, something about her voice comforted me. Helen leaned in, eager to hear what was said. “What did she say?” she asked. “She said she’ll talk to him,” I replied. “Good. Let’s wait and hope for good news, my friend,” Helen said with a soft smile. “Maybe Gilan will come to his senses and realize he’s made a mistake. I’m praying for that.” “I hope so too,” I whispered. “Gilan is the only man I’ve ever truly loved. I can’t let him go… not without a fight. He belongs to me, and no other woman will have him. I’ll make sure of it.”

"Sir said to check up on you." "I am perfectly fine, Phil. Go away." "Not without making sure that you're perfectly fine. Sir said never to return unless I make sure you're perfectly fine." I rolled my eyes. "Well as you can see, I'm perfectly fine." "I am not seeing anything." "Then you may as well get the fuck out of my sight!" "I am not in your sight." "Then stop provoking me for goodness sake, and leave, Phil. Please." "But sir...." "I'm fine, Phil, please I'm fine. Just go, now, okay? Or rather, wait for me outside, I'll meet you in ten minutes."

Phillip said he was on his way to our territory when he stumbled across a fleeing Vincent, but I recognized a familiar scent on him. "Phillip!" I called across the courtyard. "Your grace," he bowed. "You're playing a dangerous game helping her," I bluntly said. "My lord?" He asked knowingly. "She will devour you, chew you up, and spit you out. Don't be stupid. You have a loving mate that adores you," I said leaving him dumbfounded. "She's with child," he shouted stopping me in my tracks. I looked at him like the dumbass he was.