She just watched his lips inch closer and closer until the corners of their lips almost touched, and then she slightly turned her face away.
Oliver Turner’s lips landed perfectly on her cheek.
Seeing her reaction, Oliver Turner lifted his lips from her face and looked into her eyes: "Faye..."
Faye Townsend bit her lip and lowered her head: "I’m sorry."
"Is it that you’re not ready yet, or am I moving too fast with you?
Faye Townsend, you know this too, I have known you for six years, six years, is it not even worth a single kiss?"
"I’m sorry." Faye felt even more guilty in her heart.
"Enough, stop saying this damn sorry.
What can sorry change?
Can it make you fall hopelessly in love with ?
Can it make you jump into my bed?
Can it make you willing to sleep with night after night?
No, it can’t do anything, right? So, why bother saying such useless words."
Faye knew her behavior was truly hurtful, so she didn’t even have the courage to argue.
Instead of letting him say nothing after every rejection, she would rather he lose his temper at her like now.
At least she wouldn’t feel as guilty inside.
Faye looked at him, not knowing what she should say at this mont.
Seeing her like this, Oliver Turner irritably tugged at his tie: "Faye Townsend, I really want to see, will there ever be a day where you fall for once?"
After he finished speaking, he left her side, returned to his car parked at her door, and drove away decisively.
Watching his car disappear at the end of the road, Faye took a step back, leaning against the stone wall behind.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the ground, for a mont her expression was lifeless.
She didn’t know how long she stayed like that until she saw a pair of shiny handmade leather shoes and slightly swaying suit trousers appear in front of her.
Looking up, Hunter Warren’s sculpted, exquisite face ca into her view.
Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at him, and he just stared at her intently, his eyes filled with a light she couldn’t understand.
The distance between them was very close, and Faye withdrew her gaze, moving away from the wall and turning to leave.
But Hunter Warren quickly raised his hand to hold her shoulders: "Where are you going."
"Ho."
"Before I appeared, you had no intention of going ho."
"But now I do." Faye pressed her lips together: "Second Master Warren, didn’t you know, people are very fickle."
Hunter Warren curved his lips: "Is that so, since people are fickle, let ask you a question, do you still love ?"
"I haven’t loved you for a long ti." Faye said this very calmly.
"Then do you love Oliver Turner?"
Faye looked at him, her eyes visibly annoyed: "It seems I have no reason to answer you this question, right?"
"You must answer, if you don’t answer, I won’t let you leave easily, and I suppose you wouldn’t want to be entangled with on the street, would you?"
Faye nodded: "Okay, I’ll answer you, I love him, I love him very much, are you satisfied now? Can you let go?"
"Then why didn’t you let him kiss you just now."
Faye was startled for a mont, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"If you don’t know, you can co ho with and look at the surveillance.
Just now, I saw sothing very interesting in there."
As soon as he said this, Faye imdiately turned her head and looked towards the entrance of Hunter Warren’s house five ters away.
Above the door, a cara with a flashing red light pointed directly at where she was standing.
"Faye, admit it, you still have feelings for ."
Faye stared at Hunter Warren’s confident deanor, and after a long ti, she suddenly turned her head and smiled: "Second Master Warren, you really are an interesting man.
Who says that a woman not kissing one man must be because of another man?
Don’t you know there’s a term called playing hard to get in this world?
Oliver Turner is such a man, he’s smart, wise, how could I possibly tie him down without so tactics?
I’ve already miscalculated once in love, this ti, I have to be cautious and strategic.
Now, not to ntion kissing him, even going to bed, I wouldn’t hesitate.
But how could a smart woman let a man get her so easily."
She casually raised her hand and tapped his chest: "Smart as you are, don’t you know what kind of woman I am?
I am a woman who moves from bed to bed as commonly as usual, even when caught red-handed, I can deny it with a straight face.
This, haven’t you experienced it and know it very clearly?"
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