His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“How is it?” Conan stepped next to me, snatching my attention from his beautiful lawn. 

“Peaceful.” I smiled and sat on the iron bench. He sat down next to me. 

“I’m happy you like this place.” 

“I love this place.”

“Would you like to go to the beach?” 

“What about in the evening?” I asked. 

“Seems like a romantic date.” Conan winked, breaking into a smile. 

“Shut up.” I scolded him and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me here, Conan. I wanted this kind of peace for so long.” 

“Let’s have some coffee, then we will watch our favorite movie. You must be tired.” 

“No, I am fine,” I chirped. “Do you have bread in the fridge?” 

“I don’t, but I instructed Craig to stock the fridge yesterday. Let’s check it out.” 

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I could hear waves crashing against the shore and smell the fresh water. Conan set a table with candlelight in the middle. It really felt like a romantic date. I wore a black dress with natural makeup. He looked handsome in a black suit with a white shirt. We kept quiet for five minutes before Conan spoke out. “Is this okay with you?” I could hear the hesitation in his voice. 

“Yeah, why?” I frowned. “Everything is perfect.” 

“You look so pretty, Cami,” Conan whispered, gazing me up and down. It made me feel self-conscious as I lowered my gaze and tried to hide my face with my hair. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, reaching out to me and removing my hair from my face. 

“I just…” I sighed nervously. 

He chuckled and poured wine into our glasses. He slid my glass toward me and said, “This one is my favorite flavor.”

“Cherry.” I grinned and grabbed a glass before bringing it to my lips. “Mmm… tastes good.” 

“Have you not tasted that before?” 

“No. I don’t like wine. I mean, I don’t usually drink.” 

“But I heard you smoke.” 

“It was eight years ago with my best friend. She enjoyed smoking.” 

“What’s her name?” Conan asked.

“Rika,” I said, and my heart sank when her face flashed in my head. “She was the only person who understood me better.” 

“And the second one is me.” He laughed. “Right?” 

“Yeah, right?” He poured more into my glass and I downed it in one go. 

“Don’t get drunk.” 

“Yeah, I’ll have only three glasses.” 

“Let’s talk about something different. No more past and no more future.” 

“Yeah, that’s great.” I smiled. 

After that we talked about our school days, the first time we grounded, our hobbies, the most awkward moment in our lives, our mother’s first boyfriend, and our fathers’ mistresses. Conan told me his father had four mistresses despite having a wife. He hasn’t liked him since the day his mother married him. Obviously, he was his father’s child, but his mother became pregnant before he was born. I told him my mother gave birth when she was only seventeen, which shocked him. He wondered how beautiful my mother would have been at that time. We talked the entire night while staring at the stars in the sky. Talking to Conan was the easiest thing in my life. He was like clay; he could be molded in any situation. If I was hurt, he would be feeling hurt. If I smiled, he would smile and if I felt happy, he would feel happy. He was never bored with me, even for a second. I felt light as a feather after hours of talking to him. 

Where had he been these years? 

Later, we got back to our rooms at four in the morning. I changed and removed my makeup before climbing into the bed. I was about to close my eyes, but then a tall figure caught my attention. I bolted upright and gasped, “Scott!”

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