Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

His way was way broader than what's-his-name, Chen something or other.

Leda eyed him for a moment, a mix of amusement and disbelief in her gaze, as he stood there puffing his chest, the embodiment of confidence. "You sure you want to talk business with me?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "Of course. What's with that look? You doubting me or something?"

Leda gave him a once-over, her gaze traveling from his head to his toes and back up again.

No need to even mention the Gibsons. In Lumina City's hierarchy of elite families, they were leagues above the Smiths.

Then there was York. A guy who took a slap without hitting back was a guy with a steady temper, a gentleman of sorts.

Sure, he was a bit of a playboy, surrounded by rumors, but it wasn't as if she was planning to marry the guy. Besides... She wasn't exactly a saint herself. Perfect. There were no judgments and no strings attached.

Meeting at a club, they might even end up partying together.

The most important thing was, this man knew how to make a clean break. Sure, it made him a bit of a jerk, but in a way, it also meant he could let go easily.

No worries about messy breakups or lingering attachments.

The more Leda thought about it, the more suitable he seemed.

"Alright, let's talk inside?" she suggested.

snorted, "Talk? Let's do

Let's go." She grabbed

forward. "Hey!"

Not exactly his idea

...

was down for a couple of

for a couple of

no longer having to deal with Millie, that

days

invited

on delicate pastries, Beverley, dressed in the latest Chanel, lounged on a plush leather sofa, enjoying the music and idle chatter with the other

Sherwood, you seem a bit off lately. You look

a stake in the investment world, asked. Her chubby cheeks dimpled as she spoke, but

fine at home. It's just me not coping well with

Mrs. Clark

they

a miscarriage, a woman left alone in the hospital,

discarding them when it didn't,

be fixed, but a rotten heart, now that's a real problem, don't you think, Mrs.