MAY THE BEST MAN WINS

MAY THE BEST MAN WINS

CHAPTER 85 [And so love quarrels, in argument oftentimes, when it was least expected to be...]

It was awkward. That’s how Rio could explain what she felt exactly. But how can she not be? Imagine sitting around on the couch squished by two person to whom she had not least expected to come, nor had Midnight to just barged on her door. He was knocking, in seek of comfort and a roof his already damp, and soaked being are already in seek with. Soughing after, although Rio is suspicious for no apparent reason—no, she is suspicious, because first. How can he end up on her porch unknowingly that he have a millions, or more than billions on his account, which allowed him to book towards a nearest 5 star hotel. The extravagancy, which perfectly suited a Del Fierro like him. It was not as if Paxton should have done the same as she was letting him invade the four corner of her house for days, and wee