Angela rubbed the back of her head, "It's just an exaggerated metaphor!"

Arvin took the box out of his pocket and passed it to her. "Help me wear it!"

Now Arvin would look perfect in a business suit.

Angela followed his instructions, took out the breastpin and helped him put it on with care.

"Okay! Great!" The skill with which she put it on indicated that this was not her first time.

Setting aside praise, Arvin asked her quietly, "Did you do this for anyone else?"

"Just my dad... and Sven once." Last time, her sister-in-law was not at home, Sven came to Angela. Sven was so stupid that he didn't know how to wear the breast pin correctly.

When Arvin heard Sven's name, he felt a little unhappy. "Your mother can help your dad do this while your sister-in-law can do it for Sven. Don't do it for them next time!"

Angela was slow to react and told him casually, "It doesn't matter! I don't mind!"

'It's not difficult anyway!' She thought reproachfully.

"I do mind!" Arvin held her waist tightly.

'My god...' she gasped inwardly. Angela watched the dissatisfaction fall like a pall over Arvin's brow and wondered 'Why?'

"Okay, " she stuttered, "I won't do it for them anymore."

Since he had got a satisfactory answer from Angela, Arvin was about to lift her up before -

"Gulu gulu..." An groan from the underworld? A door creaking on its hinges? There was no way of conceivably determining the origin of the noise.

Angela knew what it was. So, she felt very awkward, covered her belly immediately and jumped off Arvin's legs, "Jesus! Tell me you heard nothing! Nothing!"

Arvin thought a bit, 'What a silly girl! It really doesn't matter! She didn't have dinner, did she? She should have told me that before!'

"Come here!" Arvin said. She seemed quite hungry.

Angela scratched the back of her head. "I've forgotten to have dinner tonight!"

Arvin stood up from the chair and asked, "What do you want to have? We'll go somewhere in my car."

Angela thought about it and suddenly, her eyes lit up! "Will you take me anywhere and have anything?"

Arvin nodded in agreement.

About ten minutes later, having gone through the rigmarole of getting the car keys

When her sister ran away from the wedding, Autumn was forced to marry Charles.

His name had been linked to innumerable ladies.

He had different girlfriends for every day of a year.

Autumn had never thought that she would fall in love with him.

ation then that he couldn't help kissing her.

Angela had a hard time suppressing her arousal, but she dismissed him with a glance. "Hey, " she said, "How about we just cut the cake for now?"

Arvin thought, 'what a tease, ' which only strengthened his impetus. "You can help me cut the cake!"

Upon hearing this, Angela pretended to say it casually, "Okay! Fine! Since it's your birthday, I'm not going to blame you."

Angela sliced the first piece of cake, put it on the plate carefully and passed it to Arvin. "Happy birthday! Have a taste!"

Arvin took it over to enjoy on the sofa. He scooped a dollop of cream with his fork and raised it to her lips. "You eat first."

"Actually, you should eat the cake first according to the rules!"

However, Arvin said in a jocose manner, "Taste it for me! I want to know whether it is poisonous or not!"

Angela was speechless. She nearly went berserk.

But not wishing to disappoint him, she opened her mouth and ate it up. "Are you satisfied? Birthday boy!"

Arvin nodded his head with satisfaction. He dug more cream with his fork and did the same thing again. "Another!"

"Ha! It's not poisonous!" she said in a sing-song voice. "You can eat it by yourself!"

"Taste it for me and tell me if it's sweet."

Again, Angela felt like she were in a dream. Just thinking about his arrogant appearance, she forgot how the cake had actually tasted. Again she decided to try it.

"It's not sweet, " she said.