Tina stormed off. Her best friend didn't even try to call her back. Instead, she gave Weston a solid kick and hissed, "You ever heard of thinking before you speak? Or did you swallow garbage today because

that's what it sounded like!"

Weston ran a hand through his hair and hurried after Tina.

Tina had barely stepped out of the bar when Weston caught her by the arm, his voice low and apologetic, "I messed up. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You didn't mess up," Tina said, "You're right. Guys are often led by their desires, but Phillip's not like that."

"Okay, okay, he's a saint then," Weston quickly backed down, not wanting to push her further. "So why are you mad? You scared me."

It wasn't that Tina thought Phillip was some playboy. She knew better than that.

She suddenly realized, whether it was his indulgence or his tenderness, it was all because she was his fiancee.

same way if

something

have minded if she didn't

off the engagement with him. I'm serious. I'll talk to my dad and get him to propose on my behalf. I'll tell them I love you, and

of your mind?" Tina looked at him

Weston said, "I just can't stand seeing you

her friend called softly, nodding toward a

clad in a black coat, blending with the night. His gaze settled on

of

by the day, the rustling trees and the rowdy street unable to fend off the

back

a white cashmere scarf, shifting his gaze from Weston, and wrapped it around

colder today." he

and warm. Tina stood still, locking her eyes

too calm, and at this close range, Tina

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