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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

MiuNovels · Urban
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279 Chs

[Banquet] [So Cute!]

[Estela's POV]

[Banquet]

A little time before.

"Z-Zhander . . . I want crabs," I said as meek as I can.

We were currently eating dinner at the fantasy-like setting by the beach at Sophia's debut.

After that incident a while ago, we returned to our hotel without so much as a squeak. I already said sorry to him, but the man still refused to talk to me as he continued to give me the silent treatment.

Zhander didn't say anything as he cracked the grab and expertly separated the meat and served it on my plate without a word, face all serious.

"Uhmm . . . O-oyster."

Again, Zhander just reached out and separated the oyster from its shell before serving it on my plate while avoiding any eye contact –– in complete silence.

Damn it! I already said I was sorry. Do I have to beg for his forgiveness?

I wanted to strike a conversation with him but too afraid of all this awkward silence he was giving me.