The Love that Never Really Dies

“What do you intend to do about it then?” Devin suddenly found himself scoffing. “Let me get this straight, Shanae. One, we’re not engaged; it’s solely your grandfather’s own desire to have you married to me. Two, you’re the one who struck her first, which prompted her to retaliate in kind. Wasn’t that to be expected?”

There was no sentimentality in his eyes. His behavior was a complete turnaround from the moment he helped her up and checked on her.

Gone was his gentleness, and in its place was a kind of frostiness that chilled her to the bone.

Shanae was no longer able to muster up the strength to vent.

“W-What did you just say?”

“Did I not make it obvious enough for you? I’m giving you a way to bow out in grace on account of my mother. After all, she still has to return to the Woods residence from time to time.”

Shanae took it in silently while he spoke.

“Also, what did you call her just now? May I remind you to take a good look at yourself the next time you decide to insult someone!”

Devin did not mince his words and even purposefully pointed toward what was left of the birthday party at the bar’s dance floor.

Shanae grew pale when she arched her head over.

There, Finn, the wealthy scion who had thrown the party today in her honor, continued to await foolishly with a huge bouquet of roses in one hand and a velvety sapphire blue box in the other.

Who was the real shameless one?

Who was the least deserving of all?

Everyone else knew better.

is

as he countered with a question

Sasha made her appearance. The

there’s her overt brashness and

again. This time, it was because she figured out who Sabrina was. When she recalled the absurdity of her own conduct here at the bar, her nails

toward the

So what if she’s the young lady of the Hayes

abruptly raised a sharp question which made Devin freeze

answer to that yourself. Otherwise, why would

crisp

the mood of this otherwise characteristically amiable

to settle down

appearance, but she

already suggested the seriousness of the

“Sab..”

the bar. I

window, she spoke up so suddenly

barely a couple of days into operation.

placed her cup

knowing me; I’ve always done things on a whim. I just don’t feel like doing it anymore.

After a few seconds, the former still could not figure out how best to

after the meal. When Sasha went back to the Oceanic Estate, she picked up her

be able to return

Darling: Why? What’s up?