Bonnie thought, ‘That has nothing to do with me, let alone Bonita!’
Still, she responded, “Go on. Tell me why.”
Ivor grinned, his blue eyes sparkling affectionately as he stood beside her. He lowered his gaze to meet her eyes and raised his brow slightly, saying, “That’s because I promised the love of my life that I’d never get involved with any woman who shows interest in me. I told her I’d save myself for her.”
Bonnie peered into his eyes and noticed his intense admiration for her. Time seemed to freeze as they stared into each other’s eyes. It felt like they were the only ones on Earth. Although Bonnie looked calm, her heart raced.
Then, a tall and handsome man approached her. “Hello there, Ms. Bonita.”
The man had blonde hair and blue eyes. He handed her a bouquet of roses and looked at her adoringly. However, it caused Ivor’s expression to turn sour.
Before Bonnie could respond to the blonde man, Ivor stood between them and said in fluent Motrusian, “She’s allergic to roses.”
“Oh, forgive my ignorance. I’ll buy her some other flowers, then.”
“That’s okay. She doesn’t need any.”
The blonde man was no fool. He knew Ivor was trying to fight with him over Bonita. The former asked, “What makes you say that?”
Ivor stared at him blankly. He was taller than the blonde man by several inches, and his eyes were cold. Ivor also exuded an imposing demeanor, enough to drive fear into the blonde man’s heart.
Soon after, the blonde man submitted to Ivor. The former did not even realize that he had begun sweating until he stepped back.
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