Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
But when the love faded, they would detest their partners.
They would feel quite miserable living with their partners, too.
Hence, love could only be described as fleeting.
“It’s hard to say whether we’re lovey-dovey or not.
But I’m sure we’re not as romantic as you and Justin…” Halston crossed his arms, sneering.
He added sarcastically, “There’s only one possibility of aman and a woman engaging in an ambiguous relationship for a long time.
It’s either the man or the woman who loves the other too much.
If not, they won’t be others’ second choice for such a Jong time.
I can see that you two are soulmates.
You were best friends for so many years.
Now, it’s time for you to talk about your love for each other “Yes, you’re right…” Flossie agreed, faking a smile.
“All along, I wasn’t certain about my relationship with Justin.
Now, I finally do.
Yes, we’re soulmates.
Thank you for helping me discover my feelings for him.
It’s easy to get a boyfriend, lover, or husband, but it’s extremely hard to find a soulmate
I should cherish him.” Speechless, Halston pursed his lip’s indispleasure.
He could hear his teeth grinding.
Stuck between them, Timothy felt like he had just experienced a war.
He heaved a long sigh and tried to stop them.
“That’s enough.
You’re all childish.
Stop hurting each other.
You know very well if you love them or not.
It’s meaningless even if you can outwit the other…” timothy checked his watch
“It’s already time.
Have breakfast with me.”
Flossie wanted to turn Timothy down because she had separated from Halston.
It was inappropriate for her to be too close to the Guajardos.
However, Timothy’s eager face made it hard for her to turn him down.
Besides, she always had breakfast with him in the past.
“Okay.” At last, Flossie agreed.
She obediently helped him walk toward the dining room.
Timothy cared about his health.
His habit of having breakfast was because of his upbringing.
There was a classic and common breakfast on the table, including pasta, buns, prawns, oatmeal, and so on.
It was coupled with nice tea.
Everything smelled delicious.
“Come.
I got a professional new cook today.
I’m sure the taste is authentic.” Timothy took the main seat, and had Halston and Flossie sit at either side of him.
He smiled amiably; he cherished the rare chance to dine with them.
Both Halston and Flossie were obedient.
They kept their heads low and ate quietly.
They were amazed at the authentic breakfast.
“Flossie, what do you think of the pasta?” Timothy asked Flossie.
“It’s good!” Flossie had tried some, and inevitably ate more.
She couldn’t care less about table manners as she enjoyed the food.” It’s soft and delicate, but it’s not overcooked.
It’s chewy and tastes good.
I won’t forget about how it tastes…” “Pfft!” sitting on Timothy’s right, Halston burst into laughter when he heard Flossie’s exaggerated descriptions. “What are you laughing at? Did I say anything wrong?” Flossie glared at Halston, feeling that he was laughing at her.
“No, you were right.” Halston adjusted his expression, and kept his aloof facade.
“Let’s not dwell on whether it’s nice or not.
I’m sure Grandpa loves what you said.
You’re good at making others happy.” Halston laughed because he had recalled the past.
Many years ago, when he first got married to Flossie, he felt nothing for her.
At that time, Timothy loved having breakfast too and would force them to dine with him
He would ask Flossie what she felt about the food and she would give lot of exaggerated comments like a food streamer
Halston found her a hypocrite.