Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 9: Have We Met Somewhere Before?

After the pastries arrived, she went to look for the man who had asked her to buy them. “Sir, the pastries are here.”

The man holding a glass of wine in his hand looked at her carefully. Her long hair was pulled back into a bun, but because she had been busy, it hung loosely behind her head. A lot of strands had broken free and the bun looked

messy.

She wasn’t wearing makeup, had a small face, and her skin had tanned in the sun, but her eyes were big and bright.

She wore a loose round-neck T-shirt, denim pants, and canvas shoes. There was really nothing fancy about her.

Truthfully, she wasn’t his type, but that meant she was refreshing.

And how was she refreshing?

Naturally, it was because she was a poor woman.

“OK, I’m satisfied. Wait here.”

Then he went to call Spencer.

If his friend liked a woman, he would send her to them.

Alva didn’t know why the man was asking her to wait, but she wondered if he wanted to tip her for doing such a good job. With that thought in mind, she stood there and waited.

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The man walked up to Spencer and pointed at Alva, who seemed out of place at this party. “Hey, there’s that lady you like.”

had given up on thinking. He was now holding a thin model and locking

words and immediately let go of the

direction. He could only see the side of

approached her.

model called out unhappily,

was about to chase him, but the other man blocked her path, “Oh dear. Little temptress,

little model suddenly leaned over and pouted, “I, Betty, will take you up on

flirted as Spencer drew closer to Alva to get a closer look.

by his

we met somewhere before?”

interrupted her. He looked

head, “No,

was tall and thin. He didn’t look like a very prominent figure, but you

rich people

“Sir, I’m busy, so I’ll leave first.”

boldly in public, and others still were getting it on right

a good place.

turned to leave after she finished speaking.

watched her leave, but when she stepped out into the sunlight, he reached an

made the people around him look. over, but Spencer ignored them and immediately pulled

the studio dressing

sat in a chair with a

table. He wore a black shirt opened to the fourth button. He appeared

slanted upward. His legs were crossed, and he had a

as a good friend, I’m worried

the

and a designer, the darling of the