Wish My Ex A Happy Wedding

gaged. A reporter asked me for my thoughts on the matter, and I face

idence, his eyes blazing with fury. "Who d

and TV project I had was thanks to him. People in the circle were curiou

ge spreading, spectators, mockers, and pro

sed to give me my phone, but I knew what was happening. I look

ed me th

was glaring

rfectly was captured opening a bottle o

single photo with him. The only picture was a paparazzi shot of me getting i

ble, but Asher made su

one, which could

s. Asher was slumped on the sofa in the living room, looking

sher opened his eyes and sat up straight. "Emi

the one getting engaged, y

who cause trouble for you. Wishing you a long and happy marr

n gestured for me to come closer, as if

ile since I heard you play the

ils, said nothing, but obediently

er saw me, I was p

That time, I was a temporary server at a high-end club. Although I was a server, the pay was decent. I

ered my resume and

started playing, thinking these people woul

nor, if you play it with that at

ruptly halted, and I lo

krest, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling above. His dark

then he spoke again. "This is the song my parents fell in love t

eath and raised

, seemingly enjoying it, a slight smile on his lips. Amidst the piano notes,

the first gift he gave me, but he never spent the night

old me, "Habits can be hard to break. If I stay here one night, ther

rtedly, clinging to him, saying,

my hair, "I won't be your king, but y

Perhaps from the first time we met, when I secretly glanced at him

outside the piano room for me all afternoon. Until I finis

ered in my hand, and

the silence first,

unsure how to respond. But he quickly r

tonight? I'd like to discu

he man in front of me. Thirty minutes ago, I was

ntioned was for me to

seemed to anticipate my reaction, elegantly eating the

udacious

is world are lining up to do business with

e and suddenly laughed, as if moc

t moment, I was strong, but late