"Seriously? Not only are you a grump, but your memory is like a sieve. What's up with that?"

Leda Reynolds lobbed a pillow at him, "Zip it!"

York dodged, a move that screamed experience.

Leda reached for another pillow, but-

"Stop searching, it's right here." York patted the pillow behind him.

Leda was dumbfounded, "How did it get there?"

York just sighed. A clear case of bad memory.

"Miss, you've already thrown one, and this is the second. Thank you."

"...Oh."

Awkward silence.

Leda then asked, "What time is it?"

"...Half-past ten." As if prodding his patience.

"No rush, it's still early. Took a little extra time getting ready to meet the future mother-in-law, that's understandable, right?"

you help me with

added, "Water,

from the vanity, already

up, get dressed, and let's hit the

the glass, immediately noticing something off, "You

"Yep!"

get

you handle it?" Despite his own habit of ice-cold drinks

eyes, "Who told you all women

"My exes..." Oops!

ex-girlfriends, right?"

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

always resort to

you, did your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat sushi?

cold or even raw? So, did

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

off the bedcovers to get up: "Since when did drinking warm water become the hallmark of a proper lady? What if I don't

en

you're admitting you're

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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