When I heard that, apprehension assailed me — I felt as though I was the person being interviewed. As I was afraid of hearing something I wouldn’t be able to accept, my heart hammered wildly. Throughout it all, I held my breath in fear that I might mishear a single word.

 

With a hand propped under his chin, Christopher lounged on the sofa languidly. It was a simple posture, yet he emanated regality, making many of the women standing below the screen shriek in excitement. A few brazen women even started whistling, commending his good looks.

 

action against the media channels that used groundless gossip to attract readers or viewers to protect my rights. Monica and

by terror, the reporter stammered, “Um… Then, what did it mean when you sent Ms.

been displeased had I given her any other flowers. I didn’t want to upset her, for she would complain to my mother, saying I

the porcelain cup, the smile on his face widened. “She’s

what’s your requirement for an

she bumbles about. I like someone who’ll act coquettish with me and love eating my cooking. Even if it’s half-cooked, she’ll still eat it without any change in expression.

 

be

blossoming on my face. As I

aware of my concerns. He didn’t use worthless words for trifling explanations to comfort me. Instead, he employed such a method

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