Christian’s Point of View
Alan’s amber eyes widened at my offer, and then she flinched back, as though I had splashed her with ice-cold water in the face. However, her recovery was quick; she shook her head vehemently.
Is that amazement in her eyes? There is hardly anyone who can turn down such an offer. Moving in with me is just like coming to a five-star hotel, and she didn’t need to bring in anything.
Just herself is sufficient.
I tapped my feet against the floor, reeling myself back and forth, waiting for the squeal of excitement.
“No.” She answered instead, her voice was sharp and held no room for negotiation.
“Why not?” Curiously, I jolted out of my sitting posture, turning my body towards her. If her flustered reaction doesn’t mean excitement, what does it mean then?
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