Cheryl
“Gavin, do you know if Mr. Han came to see me in Boston?” I asked.
We were leaning against the railing outside one of Han’s hotels, the cold breeze playing with our hair.
“Ahh, I knew there was a reason you’ve been spending so much time with me!” Gavin laughed.
“C’mon, I love spending time with you,” I rolled my eyes. “I just really need to know, y’know? In case Mr. Han decides to divorce me and send me back to my parents.” I sighed dramatically.
“No, he’d never do that,” Gavin said.
“So he did come to Boston?” I asked, watching his expression closely.
Gavin nodded. “Saw you kiss some boy at a frat party.”
Oh my God. I knew it.
“So he didn’t actually kiss Dia—he just wanted to get back at me.” The realization sank in with a weighty sigh.
“Yeah,” Gavin nodded. “You really
