He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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In the stairwell.
Liam pinched my cheek.
"He owes you a wedding, and I wanted him to pay back."
"But if he finds out too early and ruins our actual wedding, that won't work."
"So let's do a proposal ceremony instead. Make him watch me propose."
I sighed. "You're being kind of childish, you know."
He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me men are boys until they die?"
Suddenly, making Kieran watch the proposal sounded pretty good.
Damn, Liam was corrupting me.
I pushed him away. "Alright, get back in there before people get suspicious."
"Savannah, we're legally married. Why does this feel like we're having an affair?"
I made something up: "Don't you think it's kind of thrilling?"
His eyes lit up instantly as he leaned down.
"Then let's do something more thrilling..."
"What are you two doing?"
The stairwell door flew open.
Isabelle's shocked voice, with Kieran standing behind her.
Kieran's expression was dark, eyes unreadable as he stared at me.
Liam calmly brushed off his clothes.
"I was lost. Asked for directions."
Nobody would buy that.
But a billionaire's a billionaire—even his lies sounded convincing.
After Liam left, Isabelle looked smug.
"I knew something was up. The second Mr. Cross left the meeting, Savannah said she needed to grab something from her office."
"Savannah, don't you think this behavior is kind of slutty?"
My phone buzzed.
My bonus came through early? Already deposited?
I couldn't help grinning, which made Isabelle freeze up. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You're the crazy one here. Mind your own business much?"
Kieran cut in: "Bella, go back inside."
Isabelle glared at me and flounced off.
Just Kieran and me now.
He grabbed my wrist, eyes ice-cold.
"Savannah, as my girlfriend, don't you know to keep your distance from other men?"
I laughed bitterly. Who was his girlfriend?
"How about you keep your distance from Isabelle?"
He frowned. "Bella and I are different."
"Savannah, Liam's getting married next month. What are you thinking?"
"A guy like him marries money and status. Even if you hook up with him, you'll never see daylight. Are you really gonna degrade yourself into a mistress?"
"Kieran, how many times do I have to say it—we broke up. Can't understand English?"
Same as always.
Never took anything I said seriously.
"How do you know Liam won't marry me?"
Kieran let go of my hand.
Cold smile spread across his lips.
"He's not me. Why would he marry some trash collector's granddaughter?"
Blood rushed to my head.
Sure, he'd liked me once, but deep down he'd always seen me as beneath him.
Was this why he never respected me?
I laughed coldly. "Kieran, thanks for not marrying me. Really dodged a bullet there."
I turned to leave.
His voice drifted behind me.
"Fine, Savannah. Let's do the wedding next month like you want. Can you stop throwing tantrums now?"
"You know I'm busy. Just handle the venue setup yourself."
I pushed through the safety door.
Isabelle was biting her lip, glaring daggers at me.
What now?
Ready to cause more drama?
Liam pinched my cheek.
"He owes you a wedding, and I wanted him to pay back."
"But if he finds out too early and ruins our actual wedding, that won't work."
"So let's do a proposal ceremony instead. Make him watch me propose."
I sighed. "You're being kind of childish, you know."
He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me men are boys until they die?"
Suddenly, making Kieran watch the proposal sounded pretty good.
Damn, Liam was corrupting me.
I pushed him away. "Alright, get back in there before people get suspicious."
"Savannah, we're legally married. Why does this feel like we're having an affair?"
I made something up: "Don't you think it's kind of thrilling?"
His eyes lit up instantly as he leaned down.
"Then let's do something more thrilling..."
"What are you two doing?"
The stairwell door flew open.
Isabelle's shocked voice, with Kieran standing behind her.
Kieran's expression was dark, eyes unreadable as he stared at me.
Liam calmly brushed off his clothes.
"I was lost. Asked for directions."
Nobody would buy that.
But a billionaire's a billionaire—even his lies sounded convincing.
After Liam left, Isabelle looked smug.
"I knew something was up. The second Mr. Cross left the meeting, Savannah said she needed to grab something from her office."
"Savannah, don't you think this behavior is kind of slutty?"
My phone buzzed.
My bonus came through early? Already deposited?
I couldn't help grinning, which made Isabelle freeze up. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You're the crazy one here. Mind your own business much?"
Kieran cut in: "Bella, go back inside."
Isabelle glared at me and flounced off.
Just Kieran and me now.
He grabbed my wrist, eyes ice-cold.
"Savannah, as my girlfriend, don't you know to keep your distance from other men?"
I laughed bitterly. Who was his girlfriend?
"How about you keep your distance from Isabelle?"
He frowned. "Bella and I are different."
"Savannah, Liam's getting married next month. What are you thinking?"
"A guy like him marries money and status. Even if you hook up with him, you'll never see daylight. Are you really gonna degrade yourself into a mistress?"
"Kieran, how many times do I have to say it—we broke up. Can't understand English?"
Same as always.
Never took anything I said seriously.
"How do you know Liam won't marry me?"
Kieran let go of my hand.
Cold smile spread across his lips.
"He's not me. Why would he marry some trash collector's granddaughter?"
Blood rushed to my head.
Sure, he'd liked me once, but deep down he'd always seen me as beneath him.
Was this why he never respected me?
I laughed coldly. "Kieran, thanks for not marrying me. Really dodged a bullet there."
I turned to leave.
His voice drifted behind me.
"Fine, Savannah. Let's do the wedding next month like you want. Can you stop throwing tantrums now?"
"You know I'm busy. Just handle the venue setup yourself."
I pushed through the safety door.
Isabelle was biting her lip, glaring daggers at me.
What now?
Ready to cause more drama?
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