We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Chapter 3 A Typical Hypocrite

Sadness recurred in a heavy blow.

Amber was thoroughly drained -- exhausted by the rage of being sold out, the disdain for Oliver’s moral quality and a broken heart. She was shuffling and stumbling.

Oliver raised his head and looked this way.

Amber made a hasty retreat into a corner.

At this moment, Oliver was the last man she wanted to meet.

She might run out of control, questioning and scolding him out loud.

Enough drama for today. She did not want to make another scene at the gate of the hotel.

Two housekeepers approached with a plain trolley, loaded with linens. What they said was heard by Amber clearly.

“Lucky for you to get this nice cashmere coat!”

my son! So soft, so fine!” A middle-aged woman spread the coat,

at the

ago,

Liam Croft’s coat.

“H” on the deluxe, discreet lining. Thousands of dollars threw off so easily.

because she was wearing

felt so

thought better Liam Croft!

very attractive, confident, commanding, at ease with himself—with all the

a fine coat because it was exposed to her, a grass-root, Penny-less girl!

rage, Amber fished out Liam’s card

up. Before Amber sharpened her tone,

How pretentious!

held tight of her phone and said word by word: “This is my decision:

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