They were just two people frompletely different worlds, so it was no surprise they didn''t see eye to eye.


    Miranda merely raised an eyebrow at the implied meaning in Sebastian''s words, choosing to stay silent. Just then, a car pulled up not too far away. A head peeked out from the car, and a few strands of wavy brown hair danced in the breeze through the window. The person waved in Miranda''s direction. "My friend''s here to pick me up," Miranda said.


    Sebastian didn''t stop her, though there was a hint of regret in his voice. "I was nning to give you a ride home."


    Miranda headed straight for the car, waving goodbye over her shoulder without looking back. "I''m off." As she approached the car, she paused for a moment.


    "If you just find me attractive, that''s normal. People are often drawn to someone they find intriguing or good-looking. But if you have other intentions," she smiled slightly. "Sorry, I''m not into your type.


    Miranda wouldn''t have been so blunt with anyone else. But with Sebastian, it was better to be clear since he was so persistent.


    There was silence from behind her. Yet Miranda could feel his gaze still fixed on her as she continued to the car, opened the passenger door, and got in.


    Once she was inside, the car quickly drove away.


    It was a while before Sebastian''s expression began to darken. The bodyguards behind him stayed back, keeping their distance.


    He removed his sses and took out a tissue to gently clean the lenses. Without the sses, his eyes revealed an aggressive depth and intensity that was almost chilling, like a bottomless icyke.


    His lips curled into a slight smile, and in a voice that was both refined and unsettling, he murmured, "So, not into my type, huh?"


    This was a side of Sebastian that


    -


    ?


    Miranda had never seen before - like an aristocrat from an ancient time, exuding a kind of ruthless intensity.


    "Who was that?" Crystal nced in the rearview mirror.


    "Sebastian," Miranda replied sinctly. "CEO of some conglomerate, born with a silver spoon."


    Crystal inquired, "Are you with him?"


    Miranda asked back, "What does that mean?"


    Crystal rified, "Dating."


    Miranda said, "There''s nothing between us."


    Crystal nodded in relief. "I didn''t think you were interested in him."


    She continued, "Best not to get entangled with guys like that. If you''re really desperate, I can take you to find a male model. It''s like junk food - sure, it''s not healthy, but it''s tasty, and you can have


    whenever you want, with plenty of Variety."


    Miranda was at loss for words. Did she ever say she was desperate?


    Still, Crystal had a point. Junk food might be unhealthy, but it sure was delicious. The same went for men.


    Crystal furrowed her elegant brows.


    "Honestly, you should take a page from Ms. Lavinia Lancaster''s book Find yourself a boy toy who''s obedient and helpful around the house. Good in both senses of the


    word."  the


    Miranda couldn''t think of a response, so she simply said, "Impressive" to show her admiration for Crystal''s perspective.


    Crystal added, "Whatever, let''s just focus on living our best lives together."


    Miranda was rendered speechless. Was that how all this passive-aggressive friend would think?