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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.

fiddled with a grape between her fingers before tossing it aside. "If

responded, "If it makes no difference, choose

at a retort had somehow twisted into a trap. Phillip's approach was

months ago, Tina

you more than Alfred ever could, including loyalty and fidelity. You won't have to worry about me cheating or having children out of wedlock. Instead of wasting your energy guarding against his potential indiscretions, you could

heir of the Richardson family,

night made it

wrist gently, his eyes

the lake's surface, and Tina feared

headlights

the yard

quickly let go

jumped up, swiftly turning off the

and the window rolled down halfway, Tina approached and

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