"Uh-huh!" Norah nodded, "He's got another name, Xavier. He used to be a mercenary and fought alongside Estelle. | just found out
he's actually Grandpa Hanson's son."
Henson's eyes sparkled with admiration, "lI knew there was something special about him. He's Estelle'srade in arms!"
Norah chuckled, "Mention Estelle, and your eyes light up!"
"Well, that's all the more reason | should help you!" Henson declared.
"How can you help me?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
"What's your plan for winning him over?"
"l don't have one."
Henson frowned, "How can you expect to succeed without a plan?"
Norah defended herself, "Love is subjective. It has nothing to do with having a plan!"
"How can you say it doesn’t matter? How did Estelle end up with Jonathan?"
Norah fell silent, her eyes wide.
"Think it over!" Henson stood up, "I'm off to play svideo games."
Norah pouted, hugging a cushion, "But you said you'd help me!"
"I'm your wingman; you're the main player. You need to set up the gplan first, then I'll back you up!" With a cool twist, Henson
opened the door and left.
Norah rolled her eyes, frustrated. Love isn't a game, she thought, annoyed at the gaming metaphor.
Then she remembered Henson teasing her about being a witch, and she couldn't help but laugh and cry at the stime.
She got up and walked to the balcony, sighing deeply. Her eyes sparkled with hope. No matter what, they were together again. Just
thinking that Xavier was close by made her feel secure.
She took out her phone and texted Xavier, e up to the balcony and watch the stars with me!"
Xavier responded much quicker this time:
"Tonight's cloudy."
Norah was so frustrated she was speechless. Plans? Dealing with someone as stubborn as Xavier was harder than planning a trip to
—— The price is only 1/4 of what others charge ——
*D Reading History
No history.
NovelEnglish