My Naughty Fiance's
The Unending Regret.

The lunch is over. Russell and Mona say goodbye. There's nothing more relieving for Gavin than the end of this damn event. He must save Helli from the wild gaze of the alligators here, including the*****ing Russell.

Wait, what about her? Is it true that Gavin can control the soul of a predator that seems embedded in his soul from birth? Gavin did not want to bother thinking about the answer. All he wanted right now, he and Helli could get out of this restaurant.

Ck! Double date is really messy. How not to fall apart, Russell often hurled scathing and good criticism on himself as well as to Mona. Gavin doesn't have time to respond to Russell's words and can't comfort Mona because her attention is centered on Helli. He had to keep an eye on Helli's movements and guard Helli from the brash look. God, she's like a mother protecting her child.

No! He looks more like a man who is possessive of his woman. Gavin flinched with silly thoughts that were milling around in his head and it was a little bit of a distraction. And rather than be bothered by it, he did not want to bother taking a dizzy look for the answer, be it rejecting or justifying. For him the reason of friendship was enough as an answer. Yep! He found the answer. The answer he believed in was of course.

Guys, yes we're friends. Here's why. I have to take care of my friend. My naughty friend and woo! I've also been this woman for a long time.

Gavin gave a rude snort as he saw Russell waving the hand that Helli replied immediately as well as his beautiful smile as a bonus.

Irritated, Gavin pulled his hand a little rough.

Helli, oblivious to Gavin's heart and mind, complies as Gavin drags him toward the car.

Gavin opens the passenger door for her, protecting Helli's head from being hit even if it's very small.

Friend's instincts! Gavin was determined and wanted to let him punch his hand into the hardest wall. Since when was his burly hand so noble as to treat a girl so sweet.

Still in a high mood, the man slammed the door, to the point that Helli shook his head in shock as he held his chest.

"He thinks it's his ancestral car!"

"What are you doing?!" Hardik Helli so Gavin sat behind the steering wheel. Helli was still insensitive with Gavin's sour face.

"What?" The man said lazily.

"Then?"

"Then?!" Helli parroted in a pressure-filled tone. Gavin grunts.

"Then, what if something gets scuffed? Do you think the treatment is cheap?"

"Obviously I know. I'm an expert at it."

"If you're so good at it, then why are you so stupidly slamming it. Do you have money to pay for the repairs. Surely I will not want to share, what the term is, hmm, ah yes, joint venture pay service. I'm not that noble, Gavin. I don't want to waste my money."

"What did this woman say?" Didn't he see my face being bent in annoyance.

"What did I say? I said..."

"I don't need to spend any money to fix it," Gavin interjected immediately.

"Oh yeah, because you're a mechanic?"

Because I'm the owner of this car, fucking Helli!

Holy hooch! He almost shouted that line in Helli's face. Helli's fussing over trivial matters did not help his mood improve at all. It's getting worse!

"But still.. Auch!! Gavin!!!"