Where To Watch Time And Him Are Just Right นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At lunch, I was hiding in the office cafeteria, leisurely slicing into my steak. Remembering how he always told me he never had time for lunch, I sent a text to remind him. [Eat no matter how busy you are. Be a good boy, okay?] My phone screen lit up again in less than ten minutes. [Yes, baby. I'm eating like a good boy. Praise me~] There was even a photo with it, and I tapped in to see that it was a steak, fresh from the kitchen and piping hot.

It's time to concentrate on the TV. THE END

oops, let me stop here. But back to the chaos. Tomorrow is Saturday. We have a date, apparently. I confess that I'm looking forward to seven o'clock tomorrow night and finally being able to be with him out of here. We'll just be Max and Aria, two people of age, talking like anyone else. No conventions, no fear. Free. Well, let it really be a free date. Free of prejudice on his part too, because one more episode of that ridiculous jealousy and I'm done with him forever.

You’re not escaping from me that easily. Alessia felt embarrassed and tried to pull away, but he held her in place. He looked at her mischievously. ‘Did you really think Wilda left us alone by accident?’ Alessia said nothing. ‘Our alone time,’ Logan declared, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a luxurious Vacheron Constantin watch. ‘We’ve got nine and a half minutes. What do you want to do?’ Alessia blushed and protested, ‘Nothing! We can’t do anything here in the office!’

Xander's POV I left the hotel in a haste not wanting to let go of the chance to capture that jerk. When Tyler said that he spotted the guy on our surveillance that was enough for me to gear up and go to the place he was last seen. "Xan, he's about 1 hour drive away from where you are right now so I will keep watching to see where he goes. So don't do anything rash and stay put until I send some back up for you okay. Cause he's not alone"

I kindly grabbed the phone from the corner to bring it nearer to the two of them, giving the live audience a close-up view of the drama. Confused, the viewers flooded the comments. "What's going on? I thought the livestream was supposed to be exposing the unknown true nature of Violet?" "Why are they arguing? I thought we're here to see Violet jump off the building?" I waved at the camera and said with a smile, "My apologies, but I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I don't plan on jumping off any buildings for now." The viewers went silent. In the meantime, Benjamin and Jerome's fight had gone from verbal to physical.

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.