While Luke and I were on our way to work that morning, Donna inquired about the state of affairs in the Lanley realm and whether or not everything was going well. Luke inquired further, "So you're saying everything is alright now in the Lanley universe?" "You guys are definitely more drama-oriented than what a television show would portray," he said in response. When Luke held my hand for a longer period of time, I became more aware of the fact that our connection was far more dramatic than anything that could ever be shown on television. "Getting paid for what I do is my goal in life, but I do not intend to do that," he added in addition to saying, "I do not understand why Strangers to Lovers has been named that." She looked at me with disapproval. He suggested that we do a show for Lifetime about your relationship and how the two of you first became acquainted.
The title of the book, Strangers to Lovers, makes perfect sense to me. Strangers to Lovers is a name that I have never been able to comprehend how it came to be termed. To my mind, it was very evident that she had absolutely no interest in you at all. When I looked out the window, I was a bit surprised by what I saw. As the thunder bellowed in the sky above me, I peeked out the window. It started to rain, despite the fact that the weather app had said that it wouldn't, so I responded, "Okay." I glanced out the window and said, "I'll admit, the title was tacky anyway." Luke observed, "I need to work now." She pressed her lips together, and he did the same thing while stepping behind the counter. My father had insisted that I place an order for an espresso along with a large cup of steaming coffee. I clenched my teeth. "I need coffee."
The fact that Luke was telling a lousy joke was something that I realized in a span of five seconds. Despite the fact that I don't think it's so terrible, I had never previously considered the possibility. I apologized when I realized that my joke was insensitive. He smiled and remarked, "I'm dealing with my mother today." I was surprised by his response. It was a depressing set of words. Despite the fact that it was a horrific experience, my encounter with Mrs. Connor revealed that she just had one side. Due to the fact that Levi was with me, I was curious as to whether or not she has any other sides as well. From my point of view, Mrs. Connor can only be seen from one side, and I was curious about the other sides she had. The fact of the matter is that her only boys do not want her to be around for a number of reasons; Luke asserts that he feels forced to obey every word that his mother says because of his mother's sides.
Due to the fact that I did not spend a lot of time with my parents, the concept of family did not make sense to me in the same way that it did to other people. It is likely that I was unconscious of anything that was going on in my life. The thing was, I simply couldn't get it. As soon as I uttered "Ella," he smoothed out the creases on my face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," he replied. "I'll be fine." The coffee that she was drinking appeared between us and asked, "Well, I was wondering how you were going to tell me not to use your lines in my book because they are so cheesy." She responded, "I know, I know, but I still feel the need to protect you from your mother." I tried not to smile because I couldn't think of anyone else who could have said such a thing. Should you fail to comply, I will file a lawsuit for defamation.
Luke blinked at the thought, staring at Donna for a moment before turning to face me and saying, "Channing will pick you up later." He looked at Donna for a few seconds before turning back to face me, saying, "Okay, I'm expecting to be swamped today." He rocked on his feet and kissed my forehead, not waiting for me to return the favor. As soon as I saw him leaving, I went to Donna, who was typing rapidly, and said, "What's up?" He left without waiting for me to finish my sentence. "I love you. I walked under the counter and took my apron from the hook. Are you going to wear it today?" he said. "It's been a while." My phone was in the pocket of her top when she responded, "Nothing." I started to wash down the counters as she described the events that had occurred over the course of the preceding few days. "I hope you have a good day," she said as she gave my phone to me.
"The tale is somewhat lengthy. I like that kind." I began wiping down the counters as I narrated the story. Ultimately, Donna felt that she had to know that Dylan had lied to me for a number of reasons. The question is, what else could Dylan hide if Dylan could hide something like that? I didn't think Dylan was that great to me, but I knew he wasn't very well at first. He didn't really know me. How could I rebuild trust with him? And if he tried to date Donna, what would I do? If I told her, what would I do?
"Do I have to physically assault him?"I didn't think Dylan would be like that, but he is," she observed to me as I filled the coffee grinder with beans. " I was surprised by his behavior." "Even though he does not have his reasons, nor are we very close friends," she said with a smile that did not seem to give the impression that she was laughing. I clutched my heart and said, "Still..." The eyes of Donna were wide as she looked in my way. "Well, he's a very nice guy. Aside from that, I really enjoy his voice." "He's got a great voice." "I don't know, but he seems like a very nice guy." "Really nice guy." "Well, he seems like a very nice guy." I gave her a shoulder pat and she pouted, saying, "I didn't realize what you were going through. How can I love someone like that? He's kind, grounded, and his eyes-" after his treatment of Troy and you."
She pouted and said, "That is irrelevant. He had good reason to withhold that crucial information from you but he chose to do so anyway." I find myself wondering whether I will ever be able to see him in the same manner again. Regardless, what was it that you anticipated he would say to you? What would happen if he ultimately decided to keep everything a secret?"Yes, Donna, Dylan is still a good guy," she agreed with Donna. It would seem that nobody is flawless after all. I took a sip of my coffee, which caused my tongue to burn but supplied me with a pleasant amount of warmth and sweetness. "I won't be mad if you keep liking him either," I remarked afterwards. "Neither do I," she said. "Neither do I." The truth is that we are not in a position to know for certain. Dylan, in my opinion, was flawless overall. Additionally, the wet weather most likely did not help matters. I gave a little nod.
A jingling sound brought our attention to the front of the store; Dylan's appearance was very different from what it usually would be; his hair was slicked back into a different style, and he was dressed more casually than he usually would, wearing a light tan cable knit sweater and black jeans instead of his usual button-ups or suits. My impression was that he looked very well in it, and when I imagined Luke wearing that suit, I couldn't help but grin since I had a mental picture of him wearing it. I felt he looked very nice in it. When I thought about it, I couldn't help but worry whether I would ever get the opportunity to see Dylan dress casually in public. Obviously, I failed to remember about Dylan.
In spite of the fact that Dylan was comfortable wearing pajamas at home, even in his own house, it seemed excessive to urge him to do so. We were met by Dylan, who was dressed in his morning attire, as he made his way to the counter. He said, "Good morning, Ella, Donna," while checking to see that the creamers and milk were at the appropriate amounts. However, Donna moved away from him since she acknowledged his greeting. "I don't know about today," I remarked to Dylan as he turned toward me with a troubled look on his face. It seemed as if his lips had dropped a millimeter. His anxious eyes shone as he queried, "You can see that there are no customers here, so I have some work to do, but it's not really urgent since the office is empty." He continued, "I have some work to do."
I am aware that I am being self-centered, but I am in desperate need of your forgiveness for the things that I have done. As I listened to Dylan's comments, I felt a pain in my chest on top of my head. When Dylan spoke, I did all in my power to conceal the anguish that was tearing at my heart and that I was holding within of me. It would be hard for him to come to terms with the reality that he was protecting Luke and his family. The idea that I had a negative opinion of him is not something that I believe would be fair to me. Because of the way things were going, I am unable to go; thus, I ask that you kindly extend your forgiveness for my presence. Simply by looking into Dylan's eyes, I was given the sense that my heart was breaking off.
"It's understandable that you kept everything from me. "I promise I'll tell you everything." That day, when I went to Luke's, I wanted to tell him everything about it and find an easier way to tell you about it. Could I possibly be mad at him for it? Donna didn't move, but I knew she was listening as well because she went silent. Not that I wanted you to be there, but I also didn't anticipate you being there. I leaned on the counter and reached inside my apron pockets, putting my hands inside. I had nothing to conceal from my family.
I wanted to be sure I didn't injure you without evidence before I informed you. Dylan stared at me as if he was trying to impress me by saying, "It's not for you or Troy." "I didn't do it for you or Troy." "The idea of you being involved from the very beginning would have been better, I think." Dylan said. "You didn't hurt me, Dylan. Despite the fact that it is bad that there is no relationship between you and it, could you tell me something? I don't believe that I should be angry with you at all over it. You are quite correct, Ella. In my view, the treasure may not have been found if it weren't for the efforts that you put out.
Your best friend abruptly showed up in your arms with a steaming mug of coffee, saying, "I'd like us to remain friends." She handed Dylan the coffee almost as if in response to Dylan's peace offering, saying, "If I keep secrets for too long, someone will always get hurt." I would never be able to keep secrets for too long." Dylan extended his hand to shake hers and said, "Thank you." Then he took his hand one again. He said, "Thank you." She looked at him for a little while before I added, "I won't allow you to do that again." I looked down at the ground and shouted, "Donna." After Dylan stated he wouldn't let you make the same mistake again, they both apologized to one another. "We may not know each other very well, but I have considered you a friend, and I apologize for doing something t
The fact that Donna remained in his proximity and that he held onto her hand caused my throat to clear. Dylan, it is a good day to chat with you. "I wanted to check in with you, even if I don't have the day off." "That's okay." "I was only angry on Ella's behalf...so if she's okay, I'm okay." "I was only angry on Ella's behalf." "I was only angry on Ella's behalf." "I was only angry on Ella's behalf...so if she's okay, I'm okay." "I was only angry on Ella's behalf...so if she's okay, I'm okay." In a setting like this, anything can happen. Dylan grinned broadly at Donna. He gave Donna a kind smile. I could see that he was superior to them. The fact that he held onto Donna's hand caused my throat to clear. "I wanted to check in with you, even if I don't have the day off." "I'll talk to my mother later on. Have you already had a conversation with Troy?""
I had a negative reaction to it. "No... As of yet, he knows nothing. "I might be able to make it too. Levi said he wanted to speak to him first, but I'm afraid to leave them alone." Dylan tapped his coffee cup."I quickly replied. The best thing for him would be for him to be surrounded by fewer people, especially if he becomes enraged. In light of the fact that he and Levi were good friends before, I don't know how he is going to react to this. In spite of Mr. Connor's drunkenness, she had everything in place in order for everything to work out in the end, despite all the difficulties. In spite of his anger, everything will work out in the end, regardless of what happens." Troy happened to be passing by at the perfect moment.
Troy can't remember if he was hit by anything, can he? "I don't understand Levi's injuries. He's a prime example of being in the wrong place at the wrong time." I believed he had been hit by a car. Could you expound on that?"Although we know the injuries are consistent with what we can see from the accident report, if Levi was outside of the car and he was hit, there is still an important piece of the story that is missing. It could be an accident and a hit and run or an act of serious negligence. During our conversation yesterday, we were not able to discuss all the details but this is something we will have to consider again once Levi and Luke return. I also had trouble understanding that the accident must have occurred outside the vehicle because there was not enough damage in the car to cause Levi to suffer any serious injuries.
I didn't even consider asking them since I hadn't considered Levi being hurt before we left. His arrest was only related to the fact that he stole the vehicle and drove while intoxicated, but Levi wasn't hurt when he was discovered in a stupor. It seems that Levi's injuries were probably the result of something else. Maybe someone hit him as he fell into the road, but why didn't they call for help? Since Levi was unable to be found at the location when the police came, it was obvious that Mrs. Connor had to be there by then. Dylan's reply, "I asked Levi, but he couldn't recall," cut me off in my cognitive process. That saddens me to hear. I think that characters should be the only ones with memory loss, not actual live things. Dylan then positioned his body in Donna's direction.
"I'm not trying to butt in...but you don't believe that was done on purpose, do you?" Dylan said. "What do you mean?" "Troy was completely black out drunk, so I can understand why he doesn't recall. But Levi would presumably not simply sit around passively while it was occurring. Maybe someone knew it and wanted him to forget his memory. I suppose I've been watching too many dramas and need to monitor what I say," she responded with awkward giggles. "Sorry. Ignore me." Mrs. Connor made something that looked like it could only happen on television feel very real, and her words made my chest hurt. Would she, however, intentionally harm her own son? Of course not, would she? Dylan tightened up much as I did. Though that was a terrible thought, the possibility that it was true made it much worse. Donna's expression became pale. He took a long sip of his coffee and groaned.
Dylan said, "I couldn't say for sure," and then he took another, lengthy drink. "Even if something like that did happen, we would probably have trouble finding any proof," I said. If Levi was losing his memory, it would have to be a brain damage. Was it mentioned in the accident report or hospital records?"No, and a head injury doesn't always imply that a person loses all memory." If a memory is sufficiently terrible, you may erase it from your mind. "That's true, but perhaps it's not documented in your medical records?"Oh my gosh, maybe we should hire a private investigator," Dylan said, scowling. "Let's just do one thing at a time." "We'll find out more as time passes." Dylan continued to sip coffee. "Our memory isn't reliable, so we'll have to dig around."
Donna grabbed a finger snap and hanged it over her head, saying, "You deserve what you get." She then added, "If you need any further support, please don't hesitate to contact me." Dylan laughed, shaking his head. "Or maybe Levi will miraculously remember himself." As long as Troy is innocent, I'm alright with proving it first. We'll make sure Mrs. Connor gets what she deserves if she actually done anything horrific to Levi. A face she wouldn't recognize. A bystander with an emotional tale. "It's probably best for you to stay out of it." I'm going to... But seriously, don't be scared to ask for help if you ever need it. I'm delighted I can count on you, Donna."
"I'm glad I'm glad to hear that, Dylan," she smiled back at him, making the lengthy grins seem like they were the longest conceivable. Dylan moved away from Donna's desk as two ladies arrived, breaking eye contact. "I'll go, then," she said. He stared at Donna. "I hate to say it, but I would've liked him even if he were a bad guy," I said before taking the customer's order at the register. "Goodbye Dylan," we all chanted. "And thank you again," I told them. "I'll text you when I get the chance to talk to Levi and Troy." "Okay, let me know if it works out." Donna began the macchiato while I went to get a piece of cheesecake in the display case. She said under her breath, "You found your story book love. Now it's time for me to discover mine." "Maybe wait till everyone is settled before doing anything with Dylan."
"If I can wait." No worries. What about my sibling?"Well," she hesitated. See you later. Being single is tough. I couldn't help rolling my eyes. It would be nice to have a life where I couldn't pick between two boys. Rather than dealing with my problems, I had to deal with my boyfriend's... and it could lead to something worse than I ever thought I'd have to deal with-a mother harming her own son. She paused. My content expression slipped off my face as I had to deal with my problems, as well as my boyfriend's... which could lead to something bigger than I'd ever imagined-a mother hurting her own son. I tried not to think about it, but it kept creeping into mine. She had purposely hurt Levi so he wouldn't b
That was the only explanation that made sense to me; even if it were true, I wouldn't care how dreadful it was; for Luke and Levi, it wouldn't matter; all that mattered was that I was there to support them and aid in learning the truth. I swallowed hard, Donna's raving scarcely registered.