Old Mrs. Constance told him, “A few days ago, your Aunt Jennifer went for a tarot card reading for Dylan for romance. The result wasn’t good and she lost her appetite for two meals after she returned.”

 

John knitted his brows. “Card readings are not accurate. You can’t believe in that.”

The old lady stared at him. “To be honest, the reason I wanted you to go to the monastery with me is to get a card reading as well. I wanted to see how’s the reading for your romance.”

“If that’s the case, I definitely won’t go.” John smiled. “If I ended up like Dylan, I might stop eating for two days when I get home.”

She laughed jovially. “Oh, it’s hard to tell that you care about these superstitions. I thought that you wouldn’t care no matter how the reading turns out.”

Well, it was true that John couldn’t care less about the predictions from the card reading. However, any predictions of bad luck would more or less affect his mood. Old Mrs. Constance mulled over it and sighed. “John, when will you finally understand your true feelings?”

He froze in the middle of eating and fell silent at his grandmother’s remark.

After dinner, he went to the open space in front of the main building, where he lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Soon, his staff sent him a text, notifying him that Ian went to meet Sophia.

 

He smirked and replied with an order to keep an eye on how long Ian spent at Sophia’s place. If Ian was still there late at night, he demanded to be notified. His staff got the order and went ahead.

in front of Sophia’s door before entering her house. As Sophia was busy in the kitchen, she totally did not notice that someone had

heard that you were in a discussion about the talent show with Miss Lorraine today. How was it? Are the details

 

night. Ian stored away his complicated emotions and replied, “Yep. They wanted to monitor the audience feedback for the first

reasonable decision. Hope that you’ll shoot

not force himself to. Instead, he stared right into

mention of her drinking reminded her of it. “I drank too much last night, so I can’t remember anything that happened later. Did you drop by last

 

 

John was here

nodded. “I heard that it was him who sent me home. Well, John

from shower. Why would John

in bitterness, Ian hesitated for some time before asking Sophia, “Do you remember anything

night and I lost consciousness the moment I left the room at the bar. I don’t even know if I made

 

 

doesn’t even know that she

He told her that he’d be in intensive training sessions soon. Lorraine got him a vocal coach and a fitness instructor to provide lessons in early

 

to have early preparations. That will

funny because the first thing Ian thought about was her when he was informed of the intensive

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