No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

But I wasn't feeling as carefree. Instead, I put on a thoughtful expression.

Henrik pointed to a nearby bench, "Come, sit down and take your time to think."

What he didn't know was that I didn't need time. I had already made up my mind about what condition to set.

Henrik sat down, his white jeans-clad long legs crossed, leisurely sipping his wine, exuding a calm and serene vibe.

I must admit, the man was a sight for sore eyes, especially those deep-set eyes of his, like two dark pools ready to draw you in at any moment.

I found myself avoiding his gaze, instead focusing on a corner of the pool table, "I want you to promise that after this game, you'll never bother... Jefferson."

In the world of pool today, there's no one better than Jefferson.

If Henrik and his people wanted to play dirty to make money, they wouldn't stop at making Jefferson play just once. They would definitely try to make him work for them. Knowing Jefferson as I do, he might as well cut off his own arm if it came to that.

Henrik raised an eyebrow at my words. Seeing his reaction, I quickly added, "You said yourself, if I win, you'd agree to any condition I set."

Henrik swirled his wine glass, "Don't be nervous. I'm not going back on my word. It's just that there's something you should know."

scoffed, angrily throwing down my cue stick and

me, "Bringing you here, I intended

I turned to face him, "Who?

hadn't used my condition to ask for Brown and his fans to back off. That was because I didn't want to waste this

mentioning it didn't mean I would let

had no intention of harming me, which meant he wouldn't let others

long as I was safe, the reasons

no one dares touch you," Henrik said, sipping his red

of relief. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Yet, I pretended to be

finished

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wasn't surprised by his answer, but I understood what

with a faint smile, "Little lady, you have this one chance. You chose to use it to save Jefferson, so the other one will have

over to me, and

He was threatening Ernest!

my spine, my legs nearly