Be Nicole for one night—it’s equivalent to being his woman for one night, just like the past five years as his intimate girlfriend.
Nicole pursed her lips, remained silent, and lowered her eyes into silence.
Jose Floyd glanced at her, "Since you are not sincerely apologizing, let’s not have this dinner, to avoid you seeing as your enemy and getting annoyed."
Nicole stayed silent for a minute, then raised her eyes to look at Jose Floyd’s injured left hand and, as if moved by so unseen force, nodded her head lightly and said, "Alright, one night."
Jose Floyd’s deep eyes gazed into Nicole’s pupils, trying to look deep into her, and finally let out a deep "hmm" before saying, "I hope you rember that tonight you are Nicole, not Nicole Seys. We are not enemies with hatred, but—in the closest of lover relationships. I don’t want you to use your acting skills to brush off; that would make it aningless and make feel disgusted."
Nicole nodded, "I also hope you understand, I am just repaying for your help to the Seys family this ti. From now on, there is only hatred between us, no gratitude or affection. If I were really to take revenge on you, you wouldn’t hesitate. The scenario of either you or I dying is destined."
"I, Jose Floyd, never show rcy to enemies or anyone who betrays and deceives ," said Jose Floyd coldly, his face filled with icy coldness. "If you agree, then from this second on, I don’t want to see any trace of Nicole Seys! I want the forr Nicole, from now seven in the evening to seven in the morning tomorrow. During this period, I don’t want to see Nicole Seys, understand?"
Nicole pressed her lips and lightly nodded.
Jose Floyd felt a hint of bitterness in his heart, took the glass intending to pour himself a drink, but a fair finger directly took the bottle away, placing it a bit farther. A gentle voice drifted into his ears, "Jose, don’t drink."
A single call was the exclusive intimate title that Nicole used for him back then. Jose Floyd’s body stiffened montarily, his eyes straight on Nicole, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, yet he said nothing and nodded lightly.
Nicole, your acting is so good; you can switch so quickly between Nicole Seys and Nicole. I wasn’t wronged in falling prey to you back then.
It’s because your acting was too good, I couldn’t see through it, so I stumbled.
After Nicole pushed away the drink, a hint of nervousness arose in her heart. This familiar call she had used for five years, one too familiar, ca out again, carrying a particularly complex taste.
In the mont of silent mutual gaze, inexplicable emotions began to spread, and the car had already stopped at Milo’s Western Cuisine.
Nicole snapped back to reality and smiled faintly, "The taste at this western restaurant is nice, quite similar to the one in Italy. Shall we give it a try?"
With that, she stood up and extended her hand to Jose Floyd.
Bright eyes and snow-white teeth, a warm smile like light, just like the past. Not seen for a long ti, Jose Floyd looked a bit dazed.
"Snap out of it, let’s give it a try?" Her fingertips extended a bit further.
Her fingers extended in front of Jose Floyd.
Jose Floyd nodded, extended his hand back, and stood up.
Nicole smiled lightly, touched the bandage on the extended hand, changed her gesture and held Jose Floyd’s arm, turning her head to look at him, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to try, it’s quite nice."
Both got out of the car, and Camden, who opened the car door, froze in his gaze. Watching the two walk out of the car intimately arm in arm, a complex emotion surged in his eyes.
How could they be reconciled? This woman had once pointed a gun at the young master, stabbed him with a knife. Why can’t the young master let go?
Will he still be entangled with her?
What exactly is so good about her?
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