Spoiled by Eight Uncles
Chapter 142
Priscilla was all energized after bawling her eyes out the previous night. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she gave herself a pep talk. “You can do this, Peach. You are the best girl in this world. And no one can tell you otherwise.”
Flynn walked in with a food tray. When he saw Priscilla giving herself a pep talk, he smiled. “You are so adorable, Peachy. Stay with me, please?”
Priscilla looked at him with sadness. “I can’t, Flynn. I truly wish to wake up like this every day. You’ll make me breakfast. I’ll give you a child. And when you go to work, I’ll make sure the house is tidy. I’ll wait for you to come home with the child.”
“Then stay.” Flynn grabbed Priscilla with his arms. His voice was shaky. “I will work hard to give you the life you deserve.”
Priscilla shook her head. “What about Shawn then? He is depressed. I am the only reason why he breathes. If I leave him, he’ll kill himself. I love you, Flynn. I truly love you. But I cannot be so selfish. I cannot let him die.”
It was very impressive how Priscilla came up with such a cheesy plot in an instant.
“Forget me, Flynn,” uttered Priscilla dejectedly.
“I will talk to him now.” Flynn held Priscilla closer.
“No! What if that was enough to push him over the edge? If he kills himself, I will never ever forgive myself.”
Priscilla pushed Flynn away, gave him a good, hard look, and ran away. Flynn chased after her, but lost her ultimately.
In the stairwell, the distraught Priscilla lamented how she couldn’t be together with Flynn. And so, she decided to visit her third boyfriend, Sam Myers.
“Peachy?” Sam was about to leave for work when he saw Priscilla. “I thought you said you don’t want to see me anymore.”
Priscilla answered wistfully, “I don’t know who to turn to. And my body came here for some reason.”
Sam held back from doing anything. He sniggered, “Where are Shawn and Flynn? Aren’t they…”
“Stop!” Priscilla covered her face in agony. “They and I are just friends. After you left me, I never contacted them. I didn’t want to come here. But my body was telling me…”
For a second, she felt like she was the female lead of a soap opera. However, as she looked up, Sam’s unkempt face shattered her illusion. He had decided to
It seemed like Anthony and Blake were the only ones who fit her
shouldn’t have come to bother you.
before her was too tantalizing. He pinned
against hers. She closed her eyes, imagining that Blake was having his way with her. How could a
half
all the tenderness in the world. “It was your first time,
to bring
modern technology, anything could be restored. She
session, Priscilla told him how she crossed the
you came to me?” inquired
they won’t accept my apology. I walked aimlessly on the
called out to me…”
of something. “Don’t you work for Crawford Holdings? Can you
need to,” coddled
nasty comments on Lilly. She is only four!
can try. But the administration
a light peck on Sam’s cheek. Since he was already late anyway, he decided to take a half-day leave. The couple then departed to the office building in the
…
economic zone, there was a dome-shaped building that belonged to Crawford Holdings. It was a multi-function complex. The bottom 30 floors served as a hotel and the space beyond was a workspace, both for the Crawford’s business and other companies. Staff
looked at the awe-inspiring
her innocent face and swore internally to show her the world
In her mind, she was expecting Anthony to take the same elevator with her. And among the crowded space,
Crawford takes the
its fashion subsidiary. The CEO’s office was on the 66th floor. People who
to have his
weren’t allowed to take the
is so impressive,”
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