Addicted To Your Sweet Talk

She sent the pastries over and went to find the man who asked her to buy them.

"Sir, the pastries are here."

The man held a glass of wine in his hand and looked at her carefully.

Her long hair was pulled back in a ball, but it hung loosely at the back of her head because of her busy schedule, and a lot of shredded hair fell as a result.

She had no makeup, and her face was small, but her skin was red due to the sunlight.

And her eyes were big and bright.

She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a loose t-shirt with a round neck.

So, there was nothing on her that was worthy looking at.

If there was really something different, it was a sense of freshness.

What was new? It was her poverty, of course.

"Alright, I'm very satisfied.Wait a minute."

He went to get Harry.

If his friend liked a woman, then he would send her to him.

Olivia didn't know what the man wanted her to wait for, but she wondered if he thought that she had served him well, so he was prepared to tip her, so she stood there and waited.

The man walked up to Harry and pointed at Olivia, who was out of place at the party.

"Here, your favorite aunt.’’ Harry didn't figure it out so he just stopped thinking about it.

Now, he was holding a model in his arms and kissing her.

When Harry heard what he said, he immediately let go of the model and looked over.

However, he could only see half of Olivia's face as she didn't look this way.

Harry immediately walked towards her.

called

"Harry!"

to chase after him, but was

your Harry is obsessed with some

immediately

I am willing

came to

as a person suddenly appeared in front

"You..."

we met

Olivia and looked inquiringly

shook her

we haven't

of her was tall and thin, and he was not very well-looking, but

else among the

speaking,

work to do.I should go

was doing in

were kissing and some

not

of

finished speaking, she

Harry watched her leave.

into the sunlight, something suddenly occurred

"I remembered!"

sudden sound and everyone around looked at her, but

out his phone and

the makeup room of the

the chair and was

against the dressing table next to

wearing a black shirt, and the button on his shirt collar was opened to the fourth button, showing the casualness of him. The man curled his lips

friend, I'm worried

on her face and was dressed

model, a designer and a

a runway show in