Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Skylar stared down sheepishly. “Will that be alright? I mean, I’ve never had a boyfriend.” She might have said that, but she was ecstatic with the idea that she could have Jethro as her first boyfriend. Even if it was just an act, she believed she could turn it into a real deal if she worked hard enough and captured his heart.

While she was caught up in her imagination, unbeknownst to her, Jethro was silently cursing at the woman. Damn this woman. It’s all her fault! He snorted. But I can’t say no to Elspeth, so I have to change my approach. “I’ll need something more for this.”

He’s already asked me to attend the banquet with him. What more does he want? “What do you want?” Elspeth asked.

The man smiled. “I want you to stay over at my place for a few days. If you agree to it, I will film this video.”

He had his own plan. If he could make Elspeth stay, he would have the chance to get closer to her. Skylar was shocked to hear that. What in the world?

Noticing Skylar’s disbelief, Elspeth chuckled awkwardly. “He needs my help with something. It’s not what you think.”

Skylar grunted in acknowledgment. She’s trying to hide something. She’s just trying to tell me that they’re closer than I think. How fake.

thought to herself, If I stay with him, he shouldn’t be able to do anything since many of his relatives will

started preparing for the video. First, they would start from the company. Elspeth made a video of them looking lovey-dovey in the company. Scenes like Jethro tying Skylar’s hair up and smiling lovingly at her were musts. And Skylar thought she would suffocate from the love. Isn’t that going a

Skylar happily feeding an apple to Jethro, and he would pat her head and say thank you. Oh, man. I expect nothing less from a playboy such as him. He is a natural at this. Though, I feel kind of sorry for Skylar. She puts her heart into it, but Jethro’s not.

some edits and send a copy to both of you. After that, you two shall post it

sigh of relief and took a sip of water.

instantly when she saw what the man was

almost spewed. “Sorry. I wasn’t

and shook her head. “It’s

her, and she clenched her fists. He’s the best man I’ve ever met.

…

she was done reading the email, she stood up from her seat and left. She came downstairs and saw a blue sports car at the roadside. She knew whose car that was. When she got into the car, the man in the driver’s seat beamed, the scar on his forehead cracking. He looked at her with love in his eyes. “It’s been a

an icy look, putting some distance between them. “None

be a stranger. You might be interested in what

is so obsessed and clingy. Even after

else you wouldn’t have come to see me.” He smirked. “In all honesty, I don’t intend to harm you. I miss you, and I just