We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Fiancée?

Paparazzi looked each other and started pressing their shutters again.

“Liam Croft! Didn’t you engage with Mia Cavendish, the daughter of the boss of Cavendish Property Group? Amber Currie is my girlfriend! Stop it!” Oliver Stein was panic to find the drama started to run out of his control.

Amber Currie was impressed by the sense of security given by this tall man.

So that was his name—Liam Croft.

Liam cast a cool glance at Oliver: “Amber is your girlfriend? Ask her again.”

Amber turned over and looked at Oliver. This handsome face, smeared with nose blood of his own, was rather hideous yet funny-looking.

Was this man the sweetheart she loving for four years? Why on earth he sold her out to set up Liam Croft? On all accounts Oliver Stein had never loved her for sure!

Her heart was burning in sadness when all the sweet memories and loving whispers were falling apart, proven by this dirty trap as nothing but lies.

Tears started to run down again against her will. Amber cleared her throat and tried to control her voice: “Liam, who is this ridiculous man? Send them out. What a shame to ruin our beautiful night!”

Her hands, trembling and icy cold, held Liam’s arm to keep herself from falling down.

Journalists stood gazing at one another, totally dumbfounded.

Stein who offered them the exclusive that President of the Watson Group was going to fuck a girl student, on the top of a generous “thank-you” reward

perfect gossip news for Page Six! Not to mention the inviting offer

know they ended up

Liam said, poker-faced, his voice deadly quiet. However, everyone present felt a shudder running

confused. What an unfathomable man—coolly self-possessed in front of so many

the begrudged Oliver with them

bedside ottoman straightaway

chest and abdomen awoke Amber to a panic attack.

and gave back the black coat

up his shirt with one hand, Liam took over the coat with

highlighted his slim, powerful fingers, tanned, healthy skin and his short, well-polished finger nails.

trousers on the ottoman without any intention to shun her presence. How

“I should go

deal?” Liam stopped and turned

eyes, shadowed by a prominent brow ridge and heavy eyebrows,

be your Fiancée? I already did.” Amber responded

will launched the news tomorrow and get marry one month later.” Liam said with studied understatement

and stared at Liam into his eyes: “Why are you so

hate that man, right? This is a good chance to take your

masculine, only

girlfriend? Ask her again.” He had figured out her