"Pick it up, why aren’t you picking up?" Olivia Lewis could tell who was calling just from the look on his face. She folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow.
Adam Sinclair quickly hung up, then directly powered off his phone. He looked at her and said, "I’m sorry, let explain. Tonight was—"
"No need." Olivia held up a hand to cut him off and finished for him, "I don’t really believe you and your first love went straight to putting a green hat on , but you do have prior offenses. Whether you two were out there tonight looking at the moon because it was ’just right’ and getting all ambiguous, that I can’t be sure of."
"I..."
"You don’t have to say that much. I’ll still give you one chance. At least this ti I’m choosing to trust you." Olivia was crisp and decisive, not dragging it out at all. "But I’m only giving you one chance at most, I’m not going to keep giving you chances. If you can’t guarantee that crap like tonight won’t happen again, you’d better tell early so we can break up peacefully. I can’t accept that ’good friends, Childhood sweetheart, purely platonic’ spiel. Sorry, but with , unless the guy’s broke and the girl’s ugly, I don’t believe two adults can have so so‑called pure male–female relationship."
A pure opposite‑sex friendship, when you strip it down, is just one party not being into the other, so everyone can afford to stay "pure" friends.
Where do Handso Guy and beautiful woman get off claiming so pure friendship?
"Oh, there’s one more situation. A man and a woman whose sexual orientations are off could be good friends too. Your orientation should be fine. Your first love’s orientation is off?"
One mountain can’t hold two tigers—unless one’s male and one’s female.
There was no way Renee Anderson’s orientation was off; if it were, she wouldn’t have co provoking her before.
The woman had co in hot; she’d barely landed back in the country and already stirred up this much crap. No wonder Enna, after checking with Young Master Lawrence for her, told her to stay away from this woman.
At this woman’s level, she was absolutely the ancestor‑level green tea bitch.
In front of n she put on an act of being virtuous and magnanimous, then pulled little moves behind their backs.
The key was that she played it very high‑end. Take this scandal for example—everyone knew who was behind it, but she could totally shrug and say she had no idea the Paparazzi were following them.
So for this level of green tea bitch, she usually couldn’t be bothered to deal with her. The woman was too smart; going up against her would just be a waste of ti.
Her approach was simple: green tea only counts as green tea if the man drinks it.
Whoever brings it in deals with it. If he can’t cut it off clean, then sorry—bye‑bye~
Adam was left with a head full of black lines by her question about orientation, especially when she used the word "should" about his. "Should"? She actually had doubts about his orientation?!
"Her orientation is fine!" He’d clearly wanted to sit down and explain things properly to her, but not only did she look totally unbothered, her ability to piss people off was top‑tier—any random sentence from her could make his blood surge up into his chest so he couldn’t swallow it down or spit it out!
Olivia gathered up the tableware and said calmly, "Then that’s that. You’re both straight; you two hugging each other is definitely not so pure male–female relationship. I don’t want to say much more. Just think it over yourself and figure things out. Handle what needs to be handled. If you feel like you can’t handle it, I’ll repeat myself: say it early, it’s better for everyone."
She ca out of the bedroom carrying a quilt and shoved it into the handso man’s arms. "That’s all I’ve got to say. You’re sleeping on the sofa tonight."
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