All men love a good compliment.
This saying applied to Javier Sinclair as well, though he would never admit that he was pleased.
Thinking of this, Celeste Grant looked at him and deliberately said in a cloyingly sweet voice,
"The Exalted One, did you miss me?"
Hearing this,
Javier Sinclair's hand froze, and he almost dropped his phone.
His gaze fell upon the faintly smiling face on his phone, and his heart inexplicably skipped a beat. His expression remained impassive, however, as he said coolly, "Speak properly."
"I am speaking properly. I'm just asking if you missed me."
Javier Sinclair: "No."
'Why would I ever think about a woman?'
Celeste Grant clutched her chest, the very picture of a heartbroken Ophelia. "I'm heartbroken," she declared. "My love was wasted on you, after all. Oh, well. I offered my heart to the bright moon, only for it to shine on the ditch instead. I'm off, I'm off."
Javier Sinclair's face turned red.
'This woman.'
