strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-FOUR:

In order to achieve my goal, I needed to make my offer and then watch Ella's face. As soon as my offer was made, I saw that there was an empty look on her face. Despite what I had learned through experience, money is not the key to happiness, as I had discovered. My smile was contagious when she asked me, "Then what are the terms?" I answered triumphantly. Then I suggested we talk about it, and Dylan nodded. I then unlocked my laptop, walked into my library, and pulled up the contract that I had painstakingly assembled over the past week. To ensure that this was not torture for adults, I did my part. My library pulled up the contract I had painstakingly drafted over the last week, making sure it wasn't torture for adults. As he looked at us with nostalgia, the other girl followed him to the bar in order to keep him company. It was his intention to admire us without encroaching upon our privacy, which is why he came to the bar. To the bar. I almost noticed her internal conflict as she looked at me very carefully; although I did not reprimand her for her difficulty accepting it, I did not see that as harmful as she saw it; I was able to minimize the consequences as much as she was able to. Both parties exploited each other in our relationship. There is no escaping the fact that things happen as they are. She replied, "I thought $10,000 was a bit excessive," as she pondered the question. I responded faithfully to her question by replying, "Absolutely not. My honesty suggests that if I were completely honest, I wouldn't have even noticed that I had lost money from my account. Rather than trying to appear unworthy, I kept this brief anecdote for myself so that I could earn her trust and approval-or at least not appear unworthy. I heard her laugh a bit, as if it was more of an exhale than anything else. It was her who, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, began digging in my phone, digging for information, and said, "okay...I think I have the basics here." I started by setting my laptop on the table and pushing it toward her. "Read it and let me know if you need anything changed." She opened my laptop and began to look through it. "Do you have a document describing what we're aiming to do together?" I have outlined what we should do together and we're hoping to meet several times a week." It is better to do things right. I have outlined what we need to do together, and we'll meet several times a week. I'm attempting to be as persuasive as possible to make the proposal seem attractive. She said, with a tilt of her head, "I will take care of all your financial needs, such as meals, trips, and clothing expenses." I nodded in agreement, showing that I was willing to accommodate any needs. What to do together? I have outlined what we should do together and we're planning to meet several times a week." It is better to do things right. I have outlined what we need to do jointly, and we'll meet several times a week. I'm attempting to be as persuasive as possible to make the proposal seem attractive. She said, with a tilt of her head, "I will take care of all your financial needs, such as meals, trips, and clothing expenses." I nodded in agreement, showing that I was willing to accommodate any needs. I will take a look at them if you have all the right pieces. However, if they are not something I am interested in or I can't see how they are applicable to me, then we will not pursue them. A smile fought its way through her teeth as her expression became defensive. It didn't occur to her that others would have a problem buying things from her as she thought it was normal- she didn't understand why there was so much confusion about it. "What? Do I not seem wealthy enough to be with you?" He asked sarcastically. "Yes," I replied, "for that was the truth." Before he could speak again, I added: I'm not trying to insult you, Ella, but we have to make my mother believe that you belong to the upper class. I don't know much about you. Even if I did, my father wouldn't hesitate to take care of our affairs if he didn't think you were making a decent amount of money each year. our affairs if he didn't think you were making a decent amount of money each year. There was a moment when Ella looked uncertain as she paused. She wasn't sure what she would do about it." She had planned to do it Is it worth reconsidering again? In my opinion, it was unclear to me why she felt so uncomfortable about it, and I was unable to figure out what she was feeling at that time. a decent amount of money each year. our affairs if he didn't think you were making a decent amount of money each year. There was a moment when Ella looked uncertain as she paused. She wasn't sure what she would do about it." She had planned to do it Is it worth reconsidering again? In my opinion, it was unclear to me why she felt so uncomfortable about it, and I was unable to figure out what she was feeling at that time. Ella said in response to the question, "I think it is a blessing that we don't have to talk to my mom all the time." Does it matter if I have to buy my own clothes if that means I have to pay for them? It was a suggestion I frowned at as she said, "I'm sure you don't have money to waste, so feel free to go ahead." Her cheeks exhibited a bright rosiness. As she put it, she said, "If you tell me that I am extremely impoverished, I won't go that far." It is not as though I am on the streets and starving. As I tried to point out to him that you have two jobs, he pointed out that 'that is a good thing. I am not homeless nor hungry.' And I suggested, "So, you aren't homeless or hungry either." "But enough to get by...but not enough to survive like you do." It had been a spirited exchange between us. a good thing. I am not homeless nor hungry.' And I suggested, "So, you aren't homeless or hungry either." "But enough to get by...but not enough to survive

like you do." It had been a spirited exchange between us. Having the option of not talking to my mom all the time was a blessing for me. One of the reasons I was happy that I was not having to speak with her constantly is because Ella said, "Does it matter to me if I have to pay for my clothes?" As I frowned at her suggestion, she replied, "I'm sure you don't have a lot of money to waste, so please go ahead." The color of her cheeks was bright and rosy. As she put it, she said, "If you tell me that I am extremely impoverished, I won't go that far." It is not as though I am on the streets and starving. As I tried to point out to him that you have two jobs, he said that was a positive thing. I am not homeless nor hungry.' And I responded, "So, you aren't homeless or hungry either." "But enough to get by...but not enough to survive like you do." It had been a spirited exchange between us. Thank you very much for your kind words. She almost popped open her mouth when she asked, "What do you think you are?" Since you didn't even know my age, there was nothing you could do to help you! What will happen if I am not old enough? It's never even crossed your mind, hasn't it?"The diner did not allow minors in, so I knew that you were at least 21 years old. I took her hand and kissed her quickly for the rest of the drive. "I told you it wasn't that terrible deal," I said with a smile on my face. It seemed that she remained in disbelief for quite some time; her cheeks started to flush slightly at the sight.eal," I said with a smile on my face. It seemed that she remained in disbelief for quite some time; her cheeks started to flush slightly at the sight. Certainly there were others who would be dying to kiss me if she had not erased it so thoroughly - I could tell there were other people who would like to embrace me. My preference would be to kiss her more often. However, I assured her that I would not touch her more than I felt necessary in order to make sure she feels safe. Necessary in order to make sure she feels safe.l necessary in order to make sure she feels safe. This woman was quite pretty, and she appeared to be in good health. "I think you thought about this very carefully, especially when you were trying to protect my loved ones," she murmured. In my opinion, it is not worth the hassle of marrying someone you don't like, I said. It is significant to note that there were several reasons behind this. The majority of us weren't interested in

getting married, including myself- but that's because going the 'romantic route' is more in line with what I'm used to. Despite the fact that we were supposed to know nothing about each other's lives, I felt it was okay to push my laptop away with a gentle nod. It was as if she had not read it thoroughly. I did not want to be forced to do anything marriage- related against our will, even

though we both have no idea how much we know about each other. I need money, so I'll help you out. Having realized that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, I extended an extremely generous offer to her as I thought to myself. As for salary, I was perfectly okay with giving her a bit more, because I felt it was worth it to find the right candidate possible. There were probably other candidates available, and paying her lower would have been more reasonable. But she was the right fit, and her salary was perfect in every single way. candidate possible. There were certainly other candidates available, and paying her lower would have been more reasonable. But she was the right fit, and her salary was perfect in every single way. candidate possible. There were certainly other candidates

available, and paying her lower would have been more reasonable. But she was the right fit, and her salary was perfect in every single way. There was no surprise in that at all. As far as conditions are concerned, they have always been there. I began leaning in on her at first, but I quickly sorted out my back as I became aware of how close she was. Using the same technique I used to call someone, I leaned in close to her and asked, "Why?" She replied. It will be you who tell everyone that I broke up with you and not you who tell them that I broke up with you," she said at the end of our conversation. I

nodded slowly and agreed. There was a slight widening of her pretty eyes before they narrowed rapidly, as she looked at me skeptically. Having said that, I know it won't be a problem, since I'm not very interested in girls like you anyway. Isn't it logical that it would be me who would advise you not to fall for me? In an attempt to respond, she tilted her chin up and turned her head disdainfully, flinging her hair across her shoulder in an effort to challenge him. Would you have thought that I had sounded more convincing than I actually did? She's so self-righteous about it, and she seems to think this is her fault because she seems like the one they all wanted. It felt like my mouth was almost going to pop out when I crossed my arms over my chest. I felt like I was almost sighing out loud with my arms crossed over my chest. I completely agree with you on that point. There is no way you can possibly guess my age. This is because you are not even aware of it otherwise you would not have told me that I am not old

enough to work here. In the case that I am too young to be able to do a certain thing, what happens next? Have you ever thought about it, or have you never even considered it? My understanding is that the restaurant doesn't serve minors, therefore I know that you must at least be 21 years old to engage in conversation with them." She looked young; maybe she was only 16 or 17 years old." As for your age, what are you? In my answer, I answered, "I'm twenty-two years old, turning twenty-three this summer." Having seen her reminiscences, I was surprised by the tenderness that appeared in my body as a result. My father's office seems to remember the event more frequently than I do, which surprised me. We have a maximum age gap between us. "Is it necessary to kiss?" She asked suddenly and turned to me with an angry expression on her face. "It's common for couples." "This may not be a wise idea for us." No kissing, she replied with a serious look on her face. "Our age gap may be too significant," she said with an angry expression on her face. "I'd prefer a kiss," she said. If I kiss you, what is it about me that makes you want me to kiss you? In a matter of seconds, I started taking her hand in mine, and noticing how sweet the sensation was, before I even noticed that she was reacting. I quickly kissed the back of her hand before she could react, causing her cheeks to flush slightly. The woman seemed shocked for a while; then, she wiped her hand over the aprons Hera had given me as a present recently, and said, "You know, it wasn't that big of a deal." It looked like she had been stunned for some time. She refused, insisting that she wanted me to push my chest forward. Shoving me toward the door "Why?" I asked him turning his head and looking at her. She looked right at me with a look of anger before pointing him outside. Dylan came up to us looking as confused as I felt; Ella gave me a look of rage and pointed him out the door then slammed it shut in his face "Why?" I repeated it, a point of indignation in my voice. Dylan placed his hand on my shoulder. "Let's get out of here for today.""Why?" I tried again, but he was already pushing me toward the doorway. It closed behind us with a snap and a bell. When I got out, I straightened my shirt, murmuring under my breath. No one's ever messed with me like this in my life. How could Ella think she had a right to do that? He almost immediately burst into laughter when he heard me say that. What? I asked. He shook his head and tried to keep the laughter in, but it spilled out eventually. "What?" I asked again, now angry. "I knew there was a reason that you were my best friend," he replied, hitting one hand on my shoulder. "Come on, let's go for today." Still wondering what I did wrong, I walked to my car with Dylan's laughter embedded in my mind. It sent a strange feeling of curiosity through me when I saw this sudden act of erasure during the course of my response, but I did not hesitate to reply, "I am twenty-two years old, and I will be twenty-three this summer." Having witnessed her memories, I was surprised by the tenderness that appeared in my body as a result. When I visited the office of my father's company, I was surprised to find out that they remember the event a lot more often than I do. In terms of age difference, we are a maximum of 20 years apart. As she turned to me suddenly, with a look of anger on her face, it was with an expression of anger that this woman asked, "Is it necessary to kiss?" She asked, turning suddenly to me with a look of anger on her face. "There is not a problem with it," she said with a serious expression on her face, "So let's not kiss right now." She responded with a serious expression as she continued, "Please don't kiss me." As she looked at me with an angry expression on her face, she said, "We might have an age gap that is too significant." She replied, "I would rather have a kiss than a hug." What is it about me that makes you want to kiss me? My heart swelled as I took her hand in mine, and I began to feel the sweet sensation it evoked. I noticed that she was reacting before I even realized she had reacted. My lips caressed the back of her hand as quickly as possible, which caused her cheeks to flush slightly when she heard what I had done. Recently, Ella gave me a pair of aprons that she had given me as a present, and she was visibly stunned when she realized that. After wiping her hand over them for a moment, she said, "Well, it wasn't that big of a deal after all." The look on her face was one of stunnedness and it seemed like the look had been there for quite some time. It was only during the course of the conversation that she said one thing. The conversation did not continue in any other way. "The only time I will kiss you more than necessary is when I am around people that I care about." "If we get through them, mostly around my loved ones there was no doubt in my mind that you had given this a lot of thought," she replied softly. The words I spoke meant that I would never marry someone I did not love. Nevertheless, even if all of these were true, that doesn't indicate that someone wants to or should be forced into getting married. Even if they were all true, that doesn't mean we should force anyone into it. In spite of the fact that I desperately needed money to support us, there may have also been a part of me that wasn't so certain about us getting engaged. But at least now she knows what kind of guy I really am." Perfect. Having known that she was not going to be able to hold out for long, I was prepared. There is no end to how generous I can be. If I had been looking for someone else, I could have paid her significantly less than I did, but I wasn't pursuing any other options. The fact that I had to spend an additional amount on her did not bother me - it was the most natural fit. It didn't come as a surprise to me that he made a condition for us to live together. This wasn't surprising to me, because conditions have always existed between us. In my opinion, he had clearly understood me, so I agreed to his request without hesitation; I was also leaning in on her (a tactic that called on her). "I am pretty sure that you are going to tell everyone that I broke up with you at the end of all of this rather than the other way round." She said. to tell everyone that I broke up with you at the end of all of this rather than the other way round." She said. "I think that is something I can go along with." The girl smiled cheerfully across her face as she explained to me, "However, you must accept one of my terms." "What's it?" "Hmm, this story of the poor girl breaking the rich man's heart seems to be calling out to me." to him. "I think that is something I can go along with." The girl smiled cheerfully across her face as she explained to me, "However, you must accept one of my terms." "What's it?" "Hmm, this story of the poor girl breaking the rich man's heart seems to be calling out to me." The moment I looked at her, I told her, "You will never be able to fall in love with me." She glanced at my words with a slightly widened eye, but her pupils immediately shrank. Luckily, I don't think that will be a problem at all. My feelings for you aren't the same as yours. Isn't it my role to be the one to tell you that you should stay away from me rather than falling for me? With a raised chin, she turned her hair to one side and the other. Did I describe her as someone she would be attracted to if she was to read my words?"

She crossed her arms over her chest," she raised her eyebrows and smiled a bit. "You're welcome, I suppose." She asked. She talked like there was no problem at all." How could she appear so confident and

sure of herself?" I wondered. There was nothing appealing about me that she found at all. In a way, this may be a positive thing. However, I wanted to be able to find my way into her heart with just a little bit

more appeal than what she already had. "I signed the deal then picked up my laptop. "Just to be safe, I don't think you're planning to walk away anyway. The truth of the matter is that I could make a really terrific boyfriend, whether you believe me or not. Isn't it my role to guide you away from me rather than letting you fall in love with me? I know this is what I really want from you? As she turned her hair to the left and then to the right, she raised her chin and turned her head to one side. If I were to read my words, would she see that I described her as someone she might be attracted to? " Across her chest, she crossed her arms and smiled a bit. "You're certainly welcome." She said, raising her eyebrows and offering a little smile. "You're certainly welcome. I suppose." She said. She talked like there was no problem at all. "How could she seem so confident and sure of herself? " smile. "You're certainly welcome. I suppose." She said. She talked like there was no problem at all. "How could she seem so confident and sure of I wondered. There was nothing appealing about me that she found at all. In a way, this may be a positive thing. However, I wanted to be able to find my way into her heart with just a little bit more appeal than what she already had. "I signed the deal then picked up my laptop. "Just to be safe, I don't think you're planning to walk away anyway. The truth of the matter is that I could make a really terrific boyfriend, whether you believe me or not. There was a question of whether to act or not, and when I asked her to decide, she replied, "I'll make that decision," and added my phone number to her phone. You will find on the receipt a phone number to which you can get in touch with me; I need your work schedule as well as your address and bank account number so that we can work things out; I look forward to hearing from you. In an effort to remember everything that was significant at that moment, I listed out your measurements. I stopped reading while she commented, and I realized she was staring at me with a look of hesitation. At that moment, I listed out your measurements. I stopped reading while she commented, and I realized she was looking at me with a look of hesitation. This was clearly what she wanted, and I knew it would be right for her. When I saw her body and breasts, I thought they were excessively large for a woman of her and that size. In addition, she appeared to be about five feet tall, so I asked her why she needed my measurements. It would not be worth my time or energy to try to guess her size because I couldn't. I was looking over her face as if examining a specimen under a microscope when she moved, and my eyes scanned all over her face. She replied, "It doesn't matter whether it's clothes from Target or not. I don't particularly care about clothes tailored to fit my size." "I believe any clothing from a chain store will work just as well." It appears that she may have been wearing something tight and revealing on top since her breasts were pressing so offensively against her shirt that it seemed that she was wearing something that was quite revealing and tight. Does that mean that if I was to wear clothing purchased from Target, you would not find me attractive? The breasts would no longer try to escape from your top if your clothes were customized to your specific measurements. This is because your clothes fit you like a glove. As a wise man who had seen this many times before, I said, "They're a lot larger than they should be." The rosy red color of her cheeks increased with the opening of her mouth. After opening and closing her mouth briefly, she didn't say a word to anyone except herself. Finally, she said, "I think you should leave now." I'm sorry to bother you." Her voice rose a few pitches, as she repeated, "Get out!" I was speechless. During that moment, I winced a bit. My heart leapt when she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. It was quite a shock to me and I quickly picked up my phone and got up, thinking that my shirt was quite expensive. She then suggested that I let go of it. I asked her to give up and from that moment on, I was completely speechless.