When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Although the next ones all had goddess-like curves and features, they still felt mediocre as none of them stood out particularly to me.

After all, K City was an urban jungle with sky-high property prices. Hence, it wasn’t rare to see streets flooded with men and women who looked like stunning creatures.

“What do you think?” Bryson’s voice picked up pace.

This felt like I had just been asked an awkward question on a live talk show. I flashed a thin-lipped smile before treading cautiously around the topic. “I’m curious as to why you’re showing me these women, Mr. Queen.”

Bryson’s eyes widened slightly but regained composure as he explained, “It’s nothing important, but a friend of mine is looking to find a wife. And you know… a tough guy like me wouldn’t know what to look for in a woman. Plus, I don’t have many friends in K City, so I thought I’d ask you.”

His explanation made sense. However, his pursed-lip and pin-straight posture gave his intentions away.

Why would anyone take it upon themselves to wife-hunt on behalf of their friend? That “friend” is most likely referring to himself.

Back when we were dealing with Bryson’s case, I got a glimpse of his personal information. He was maybe seven or eight years older than Ashton and has illegitimate children with two of his mistresses.

between him and his wife should they decide on a divorce. Hence, it wasn’t difficult to understand why he never officially married either of

that his mistresses were only after

do was offer a

stone-grey as his fingers tapped on the

soured reaction, there must be someone

at love because of my advice, so I took back my words as quickly as I said them. “Actually, all that matters when starting a relationship is how two people feel for each other and whether they get along well. So please don’t take my

away at this. His eyes sparkled with hope as he spoke gratefully, “Ms. Stovall, you don’t understand how much your advice means to someone like me. I really can’t explain how grateful I am for your help, so please accept my humble thanks. I’ll buy

up and dashed out the door. I could almost picture him with a bushy tail tucked between

erupted from my lips after seeing tough-old-Bryson scamper off like some frazzled chipmunk. What an

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in the afternoon when her school ended and told the

of maids greeted us