Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 269

opera greeted him with an elegant, poised smile that oozed fake flattery

Dominie was speechler

Chow she kept trying to distance herself withdermalities.

He sat down at the dining table and glanced at the oversized gift box that was hand to miss.

"It's something I prepared for you, to thank you for helping with such a huge favor. I didn't know what to get you, so I picked a vintage vase from my collection. It's just a little something to show my gratitude. I hope you'll like it.”

His expression tumed distant. After she finished speaking, he didn't respond.

She folded her handsonthe table and tried her best to keep sindling. The atmosphere turned cold.

"Let's dig in. It won't taste good if I reheat them again," Raymond said, breaking the silence.

she picked up her utensils, ready to eat

Dominic remained still, and the air grew think with tension.

Vespera sighed under her breathy. She knew he was inal-extremely mad

fight then, she wondered what he expected from her and why he had given Rebecca the credit. What was he thinking?

time, no matter how great Raymond's food was or how flavorful the

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and walked out to the balcony. Taking it as a signal, she set down her fork and followed

loved tending to his pots and plants,

of grass and flowris mixed with the hazy moonlight drifted through the night breeze like

a seat, then gestured

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leaned back with his legs crossed, his eyes wandering into

believe you have something to say, Ms. Gildon. You

back out. She had already given him the gift and made her

took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Reid, I know you were the reason everything wrapped up so smoothly. You helped us behind the scenes. Just because you decided to keep quiet doesn't mean I should play dumb. I thought about it, and I decided 1 should thank

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get you still, since you've treated in well, I promise to

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the table. He moved slowly, as if in no nash to speak, taking his sweet time plucking the grape from its stem like he was

hesaid, “You're playing it amet, aren't you, Ma. Galilon? I'm paying you to do your job, and now you're calling it a way to tepay

went quiet for

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