“You really don’t want to live, huh? Stealing someone’s girl and crashing her engagement banquet?!”
They weren’t just angry—they were savage. They killed my beloved cat, shattered both my arms and then poured chili oil between my legs before locking me up in a dog cage.
Later that night, that same class heartthrob knelt on the ground, holding a cup of tea with trembling hands. He waited, hoping for Grandpa Josh to accept the tea offering. But the seat reserved for Grandpa remained empty the entire night. He stayed kneeling until his legs gave out, sobbing and begging for Grandpa Josh to appear and accept the cup. Too bad for him... I wasn’t available. My arms were broken. I couldn’t drink that tea even if I wanted to.
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The ever-cold and untouchable Sandra—usually the epitome of elegance—was now kneeling respectfully before me like a docile little kitten.
“My fiancé, Tommy Scott, is so thoughtful and obedient. I brought him here today so Great Uncle could meet him. We hope he earns your blessing to join the Wilson Family. We’ll both be at your service from now on.”