"I wouldn't be so unmindful of my health if I were you, " Noah said as he unhusked the peanuts. " How would you get your revenge if you were to fall sick?"
A smile chimed in on my face as I replied, "Then, won't I have you by my side? What's there to worry about?"
Cheeky as he was, he just dodged the taunt in the most graceful way by feeding me some of his snack.
"Oh, how nice and warm! My, thank you." I praised in courtesy.
It'd been two days since I spoke with Arden. That guy really banged my wires this time by his actions. At first, I was devastated. With all the groundless rumors emerging and elapsing with time, I cared only little for them by this time. But why he just backed out this time instead of coming clean by communication upsets me. I couldn't sleep a blink in the last two nights.
I'm Claire Vans, honorary director at Tres. My father had founded this high-end clothing brand from the very scratch. I, as his daughter, have been a creative counselor here since I was fifteen. I had been promoted to a lead designer as early as after graduating high school. That to say, I consider myself a pretty and powerful young lady.
Arden Jones, the one who dumped me, is my not-so-ex-of-a-boyfriend. He loves singing as much as he loves....(maybe loved?) me, and has a affluent family backing him up. He, like me, has no insufficiency of admirers therefore.
And that's how perfectly we matched even in the public eyes. 'A match made in heaven', they said, but now that's just past.