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She folded her arms. "He doesn't do that!"
"How do you know?"
She shrugged. "I just do. Besides, I don't care if he doesn't earn much. I can take care of myself."
He stifled a groan. "I know you can. That's not how I meant it, and you know it."
She raised her brows. "What did you mean, then?"
Chris ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. "Abbott is never going to approve!" He knew how unreasonable he was being. He knew it but couldn't stop himself.
She rolled her eyes as if that was the least of her worries. "I'll handle it, Chris."
"How can you trust that guy? We don't know anything about him!"
"I do. I wouldn't have dated him in the first place if I didn't trust him."
"I don't know if you care, but I don't trust him one bit. And what's up with his name? Xavier! Xavier? It seems like the name of a villain." Chris rubbed his forehead, trying to lessen the headache, unsure if it was due to the hangover or the anger building up.
She cocked her eyebrow at him, her lips tucked upward. "Right."
He sighed. "I'm serious, Giselle."
"Me too. I'm serious about him." She smiled.
He gritted his teeth, blinking more times than he intended.
"Chris." She placed her small hand over his and gave it a soft squeeze. He suppressed the urge to hold her hand back and yank her toward him. "You look very ugly when you get angry." And then she grinned.
The corners of his eyes stung. She was leaving that day to spend a week with another man. Or was Chris the other man in this scenario?
"Are you gonna punish me with the silent treatment now?" she asked.
Chris wondered if it was worth it.What if I distanced myself from her? Would she realize how for granted she's taken me?He remained silent no matter how much he kept telling himself to get over it.
She huffed angrily. "You know I don't like fighting with you. What is it about? Why can't you accept him?"
"Why can't you listen to me?"
"I do, Chris. All the damn time! You have no idea how much it bothers me that my best friend hates my boyfriend... That I can't talk to you about him! But I don't find a reason to leave a guy I really, really like. We've been in a relationship for almost a year now, and it's going well even if it's long-distance. Why should I give it up?"
She was right, yet he wanted to prove her wrong. Having no words left to say, he replied with his silence.
"He loves me," she whispered.
Love. Love. Love.He was starting to get sick of it. "How long have you two been together? One week?"
"One year!"
"Yeah, but one week in the flesh. And how long have you been with me? Eighteen years!"
His breaths quickened, staring into her eyes as her brows merged. Chris wanted to slap his mouth at the outburst of the wrong words.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't know." He sounded in pain so he cleared his throat and said softly, "Does he care about you the way I do?"
She hesitated, then shrugged. "It's different."
