When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The woman let out a friendly chuckle and turned to Armond. “You should have informed me earlier that we’re expecting a guest so I can be more prepared. After all, this is the first time you brought a female friend over here.”

The woman then walked toward me and asked kindly, “You must be hungry now. What would you like for dinner?”

I hesitated for a brief moment and shot Armond a quick glance. He was now looking at me with his darkened expression, causing me to respond accordingly, “Thanks, Mrs. Murphy. I’m easy.”

The woman continued to exchange more pleasantries with me before she headed out to get dinner ready.

The second the woman left our sights, a glint of malevolent reappeared in Armond’s eyes. “Cooperate with me, and I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

I pursed my lips and asked, “She’s your mother?”

“Hmm.” He nodded. “For years, she has been hoping that I’ll get married and settle down with a family. When she comes back, just go with whatever she says and don’t you try to get at her.”

I replied flatly, “Don’t worry. It’s you that I despise. Unlike you, I won’t lay a finger on a sick person. I’m not a monster.”

“How did you know she’s not well?” he asked with his brow lifted.

complexion is too pale for a normal, healthy

then, make sure you’re on your

wickedly evil the person is, the easier it is to search for his soft spot. No one can be categorically judged as good or bad, as they are merely driven by their respective motives. People can be motivated by money, their loved ones, or even the people of their country. Whatever actions that

how am I

man raised an eyebrow and curled his lips while watching me. “Well, you can call her…Mom, just like

I

after, Armond’s mother came knocking on our door again. With an apron still

smiled and nodded. “We’ll be there

narrowed his eyes slightly as he reminded, “Again, know your

my eyes, I stood up and left the

though this was not the most spacious cafe bistro in town, every little corner of this place gave off the sense of more money being spent on the furnishings here than in a

of sunflowers on our table from afar and thought it to be a plastic flower bouquet. But as I came closer to it I was surprised to see that they were real flowers. Sunflowers are definitely not in season right now. How on earth is he able to secure some fresh sunflowers around this time of the

sat down beside me. “Armond should have told me earlier that you’re visiting today. Please forgive me for the

and smiled in return. “You’re too kind, Mrs. Murphy. The dishes

rather quiet throughout dinner, save for when his mother asked him some questions, to which he provided very short answers. As such, his