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“Being friends with you isn’t a bad idea,” Bu remarked.
Silver Fox, her cheeks bulging with food, gave Bu a puzzled look. Her naive gaze only added to her charm in his eyes. Chuckling, he watched her with increased warmth and fondness.
“I said, being friends with you is pretty nice,” he reiterated.
Indeed, he hade to ept the reality. Since she had chosen to live as a lesbian, he couldn’t marry her but could be her friend instead. Though it was disappointing and all those years of hoping seemed wasted, his pursuit hadn’t been futile. She was the one he genuinely liked.
He appreciated her for who she was, not just for what she could have been to him. Whether as a wife or as a friend, she was still the one he cherished. Even though she had shifted from potential wife to just a friend—a transition that pained him—he was beginning to ept it slowly.
Perhaps Bu had masked his feelings too effectively. Silver Fox, unable to detect any deeper emotion from his usually stoic demeanor, remained oblivious to his affection.
After swallowing all the food in her mouth, she looked at him with surprise. “You want to be friends with me?”
Bu nodded in response. “Would that be alright?”
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“I don’t need just any friends,” Silver Fox responded bluntly. “I only want female friends.”
Bu was left speechless. He hadpletely misunderstood her statement, and anger surged within him. “Don’t be so promiscuous. Aren’t you supposed to marry your president? If you’re getting married, you should remain loyal. How can you pursue many women at once?” His words hung heavily in the air.
Silver Fox was taken aback by his usation, needing a few moments to grasp that he had regarded her as a yer among lesbians. Deciding that if he was bent on misunderstanding, she’d let him, she simply lowered her head and continued with her meal, ignoring his furtherments.
Bu watched her closely, his expression softening as he ventured cautiously, “You and ck Mallow…”
At the mention of ck Mallow, Silver Fox looked up sharply, her gaze intense. “Don’t drag ck Mallow into this. She’spletely straight. We’ve just been friends,” she rified firmly.
Relieved by her response, Bu nodded. He had been concerned that Connor might have developed feelings for a lesbian as well. The remainder of the meal passed without further disagreement.
As they prepared to leave, Bu stood and offered, “I’ll drive you home.”
Silver Fox declined politely. “No, thank you. I’ll take a taxi.”
However, Bu appeared not to hear her, already heading towards the exit. With no other option, Silver Fox followed him quietly. They took the elevator down together, and she reluctantly got into his car.
Bu slid into the driver’s seat, reaching for the ignition, when Silver Fox chimed in, “You can’t drive if you’ve been drinking.”
“I didn’t have any,” Bu responded calmly. Silver Fox paused, retracing the meal in her mind, and realized she hadn’t actually seen Bu take a sip.
The wine had been delightful. After she had drained her ss, he’d pushed his own towards her, which she had dly finished off. She was usually so direct and hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Now, it dawned on her that Bu had been looking out for her in his own understated way.
With this thought, she felt a warm flush of embarrassment and sneaked a peek at him. Just then, Bu turned to look at her. Caught in the act of peeking at him and feeling embarrassed, she blurted out, “What?”
“Seatbelt,” Bu murmured.
“Oh,” Silver Fox replied, quickly securing her seatbelt.
Once she was strapped in, Bu gently started the car and inquired, “Where do you live?”
“Pce Hotel.”
“You don’t have a ce in Blebert?”
Bu’s lips tightened. He had thought about offering her a mansion but worried it might be too forward and she might reject it. Instead, he teased, “You swindled me out of 80 million dors and still don’t own a house? Are you a spendthrift, bad with money?”
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