Alex wrapped his strong arms around Esme's slender waist, as if afraid she might run away. "I'm counting to five in my head," he said. "If you close the door during that time, I'll go downstairs and quietly get some water. But if you don't…""What are you going to do?""You tell me. What am I going
"But, I still think the way Ozzy sleeps is cuter," Alex said, trying to smooth things over. Esme's lips curved into a smile. "Would you dare say that in front of Brooke?""Of course. It's not like I said that she wasn't adorable."Esme didn't even know how to respond to that. When they returned to
Paul only needed to press the green call button, the final step before calling Miranda.But in the end, he gave up. He slid his phone back into his pocket and headed toward the subway entrance alone. …Standing at his front door, Paul couldn't help but turn and glance briefly at the door opposite
"But if you don't cut ties with her, there will always be conflict between you and Miranda," Silas said. "This really is a tough situation."He gave Paul a pat on the shoulder and turned to leave. "Huh? Weren't you going to give me advice?" Paul asked, confused.Where was the advice?Silas looked o
"Paul? Paul!" Silas had to end up shouting to get Paul's attention. "Yes? What's the matter?" he answered. "What's going on with you?" Silas gave him a suspicious look as he sized him up. Paul avoided the questioning look in his eyes and turned back to continue his work on the computer. Silas wa
Paul's hand froze in midair. "A reason? Someone as smart as you probably have guessed it already, right? You just didn't want to believe it, and that's why you wanted to confirm with me. Dr. Jefferson…" Miranda's eyes were gentle as she looked at him, but her words were firm and decisive. "You hav