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Tina couldn't believe her ears when he accused her of having poor taste. Her eyes widened in shock. "Your taste is what's lacking!"

Phillip cast a sidelong glance at her, his tone cold. "Better than yours, at least."

"And how's that? You wouldn't know beauty if it hit you in the face. If you're not happy for me, fine, but did you come all this way to pick a fight? How old are you? Twelve?"

It was indeed childish.

"And how exactly is your taste any better?" Phillip rarely critiqued others, yet he found himself constantly irked by Alfred's behavior. "Do you fancy him for his loud voice, or is it his penchant for public displays of affection with women that catches your eye?"

"Oh, that."

It seemed he had heard or seen something about Alfred's antics. Tina knew what Alfred was like behind closed doors.

"I'm looking for a life partner, not a lover. Whether he's into Instagram influencers or movie stars doesn't concern me. A partnership devoid of love doesn't come with expectations of fidelity, does it?" "So, if you're just looking for a partner without love," Phillip questioned, "why not me?"

'Because I do have feelings for you.' Tina replied quietly in her heart.

her fingers before tossing it aside. "If there's no love involved, what difference does

it makes no difference, choose

twisted into a

ago, Tina

me cheating or having children out of wedlock. Instead of wasting your energy guarding

family, to put himself in

hers. And, the night made it easy to mistake the depth in his

wrist gently, his eyes lowered. "Tina,

and Tina feared she might agree to his

headlights

yard

Tina quickly

up, swiftly turning off the gazebo's

and the window rolled down halfway, Tina approached

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