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“When two big personalities collide..” She retracts the obsessive aroma of mixed edibles inside the closely tighten cover. The maid and so as Reid bolted from the blue. Traumatize, aiming at the static scene. “I thought you were better with the ones I’m with before. Now, you’re just somebody that I used to know.” She (Pauleen), had left with an emotional departure. Reid followed her steps on to the way out of the winter enliven. Her head’s ill – tempered, her thoughts had made her wrong, and she always thought he’d be the one, and now she’s in a typical position; running away from a guy that had once betrayed her, and the feelings fall in another moment with misery (it means she had this for the second time). “Please stop! It’s just a mistake!” But a fleck of her had no longer been (for a second) within his reach nor his sight. “Why she left so soon sir? She hadn’t tasted my broth; tempting scent with luscious taste.” The chef heads up above the flickering picturesque angle and beauty of his created soup. Reid starts trekking to his adding, “Not now chef Chan”. As he visit, Claire (the maid) repose on the bed mimicking: “Life would be complete if I were to walk within the aisle, at the verge is where he (Reid) stands and dies for me to say ‘I do’ and a big glitter explosion’s around the setting, and oh! It would be a damn good dream!” She placed upright with argument. She heel over her head and, “You’re fired!” She nip in the mud, hunching her back, on her knees as she say, “Please! Don’t do this to me! What we did was wrong (and I know that!) and you know I’m sorry!” “Get out! Now!” He squall, raises his head, and cries in front of her. She ran outside and packs without any further disturbance on Reid’s mind. But before she left, on questioned.. “What happened? Why both Pauleen and Claire leave’s in one fact?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He responded.
“Today was like a hell for me! Oh 40 minutes and I’ll be going to school, though I’m superbly late. Well anyway, last night I was with Prince Charming. Widely awake in the morning, lying over his bed in his endless number of stories in his castle. Well, I leave him for a while with his maid, and then I got back and realize, he’s a bastard with big headed dirt balls hanging with his “piyerniss” ß Male sex organ (You know what that means)” She ram and rang to close her laptop, right after “vlogging” (video blogging) to her said experience. A footfall fell and clomps before the door. Knocks of a thug (or something like that) harshly ceased the way. “.. Will you be going to school or not? Because I’m going to the mall!” - Shrilly doubted by Mr. Higgins. “Of course! I am! Wait I’, just gonna, huh!” She depleted. “C’mon! Time’s running! The clock’s ticking! Let’s go!” Find their way into his car. The engine starts and feels unsure (of something). She’s in a moment of hesitation. “Are you okay?” Nothing pooped. “Okay, you quietly said so.” Her hair’s wanderlust disturbs her silence. As she hunts for the blue sky, Keke (also known as Mr. Higgins) surveys her quietude, he’s wondering but dares not to question. Their on Riss’ Street and the thick of the traffic [of people (shouting)] rants in her head. She goes out delineating, “Why are their exploiting for seeing someone?! Is Justin Bieber around?” “No! Marie, the daughter of Duchess Issabela Inggrata lost her way with the crowd.” Someone explained. “I can’t see her with all these people! Have you taken a picture of her?” The old woman shows crumbs of her hair, jots of her skin, and soon struck a familiar woman that looks totally the same in the shown portrait. “Her nose? Small. Her hair? Blonde. Her lips? Broad. Her mole? On the lower – right side of her cheek! It’s Reid Denning’s maid! Iw! Right?” Everyone preclude and laud-ly japes. The woman beside heckles; “Who’s Reid? You’re imaginary boyfriend?” She fights back with “boos” behind her. By the stout mass and press media, thank God that girl (whom they thought was the daughter of the duchess) hadn’t hear about my speculation. “Sorry, my nephew’s in a state of tantrum, so please forget that this thing happened. Please, thank you!” Keke apologized, drowning her feet back to the cab. “You’re embarrassing yourself! Who the hell would believe you? And would you stop talking about that Reid Debbings..” “It’s Dennings” she corrected. “Yah! Dennings, well what really happened on both of you? Why you feel so cranks to him and that girl encircled with the paparazzi that you thought his maid?”
The tea was served and the smoke leans to the west. “I was about to give his meal. I got in and there he was, lip locking with a helpless girl with an odd mountaineer accent.” “He betrayed you! Get off of him, okay?” He hugged with anxiety. With the warmth and coze, she manipulates the curious touch. “Uhmmmm.. Your hugging me too much! That’s enough! And I’m not going to develop huge distances that could part our ways. He may did that, but I think he deserves “a forgiveness” beyond his plea. If you thought we’re just friends, so no, we’re in a relationship, and it’s a brittle one.” She melancholy notes hi,. “Oooh! You said so, okay! Well let’s go home now; school’s almost done, so yeah!” He chilled. (End of chapter 3)
(Chapter 4 is out late, but it's coming so, please wait for a while. :))