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Molly was so frightened that her face turned pale. She could not make a sound as if her throat was being strangled. Then, she hurriedly retreated.

Recalling the look Byron gave her just now, Molly couldn't help but tremble.

'I don't understand how this could happen, Molly thought. 'Mr. Mcdaniel was so kind to me the last few times. Yes, kind. I accidentally spilled coffee on him yesterday, but he didn't get angry at me. The only variable is Maeve. She must have badmouthed me before Mr. Mcdaniel just now...

Starlight Pub at night.

Maeve drank half a glass of wine in one gulp. Her emotions that had piled up during the day finally found an outlet at that moment. Then, she muttered drunkenly, "Bonnie, don't you think Byron is petty? "Can't I just cry because of a tear duct malfunction? What does the diary I wrote in the past have to do with who I am now? He even asked me to prove it to him. Does he think it is a math problem?" Bonnie was overjoyed when she heard Maeve's words.

"Well, you shouldn't have explained it to him back then. Didn't he keep his first love by his side? That crush of yours was a thing of the far past. you can't even see his. Byron's jealousy is ridiculous."

Maeve pursed her lips. "He's not jealous. I think he's just making a fuss out of guilt. Just today, Molly dared to stop me when she found out I am his fiancée. Would she dare to do that if she didn't have confidence?" Who gives Molly the confidence? It would be none other than Byron,' thought Maeve.

Bonnie saw Maeve was indignant and was about to swallow the drink again, so she quickly reached out and snatched it away. "Don't drink so much. Actually, Mr. Mcdaniel wants you to prove it to him. He's not talking about your crush." "What?" Maeve opened her misty eyes and looked at Bonnie in confusion.

"Didn't Mr. Mcdaniel tell you to show your sincerity? I think his words are quite interesting. Instead, it's as if he's hinting at you to ask for benefits." Bonnie analyzed and finally concluded. think he probably just wants to hear you say you like him." Maeve looked confused. "What? That's impossible."

She thought, 'Byron's attitude of not looking for him if I can not figure out what I have done wrong doesn't seem like he wants to hear the sentence. If it were that simple, I wouldn't have been so helpless at that time.

"Why not?" said Bonnie, patting Maeve's arm. "Maeve, you still don't understand men. It's fine when he doesn't care about you, but when he does, he'll be jealous the boys you used to have a table with in kindergarten, you know?

"Men like to play petty tricks in the dark. They can beat around the bush when they're jealous. He makes you guess what he's thinking. Sometimes, he's more difficult to deal with than a woman."

Maeve could not match her description with Byron at all.

Thinking of his cold face in the office today, she found it hard to imagine he would secretly be jealous.

jealous, why does he mind

would she play tricks on you behind your back? She would have fought you head-on long ago. Doesn't she

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the office. Why would

has a trump card. Don't be so easy to bully. You're Mr. Mcdaniel's official fiancée. Why are

of Molly. It's just I feel upset when I think about how Byron liked her before." Maeve refuted for himself stubbornly. "Byron still hasn't fallen in love with me. It's normal for me to

me but is also fierce to me,' thought

sad memories, Maeve gulped down a few

ached when she heard that. She said sympathetically, "Men are all like this. They

someone like

poor one that's not cherished?" Maeve

hear you admit you like him and care more about him than that crush? Don't say that. Men won't care about things that are too easy to obtain." Bonnie used her experience to instill ideas into her. "Whoever gives in first losesat this time and you will be suppressed by him later. Unless he admits his mistake to you and then kicks his

I feel something is wrong?' thought

more experienced in playing games with men

character

the matter if

another sad little pitiful person in the

time,

just returned home and slept for less than half an hour when

it's so late. Can't you come and drink with me during the day?" Ray yawned with a hopeless expression. "I

brown armchair with his elbows on the armrests. His rolled-up sleeves revealed a cold white wrist with smooth lines. His light green blood vessels were

hearing Ray's complaint, he raised his eyelids and glanced over. "Didn't you often say you don't need sleep when you're alive and that you'll sleep forever

visit me for no reason. You came to me in

you know?"

face is filled with words

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