Secret Crush

The beautiful woman seemed to be talking something with Max, but they couldn't be heard clearly even though they were not
standing far away from others. Leila was standing aside indifferently, but others thought she did care.
Moore kept staring at Leila, as if he was interrogating a criminal. Leila was a little angry and dissatisfied because she was
indiscriminately labeled.
Leila didn't hide her displeasure, so Moore could clearly feel her response. After a short daze, Moore became more disgusted
with her trick of playing hard to get, because he had seen too much in this circle.
Leila ignored the strange looks of others and took a sip of wine leisurely. Out of the corner of her eye, the beautiful woman was
still talking with Max, and it seemed that they have reunited after a long separation, so they had a lot to say. There was a slight
emotion that Leila couldn't understand in Max's usual cold eyes.
Staring at the woman in front of him, Max wondered how many years had passed since they met last time. Three years? Five
years? More than that, there have been seven years since they last met. Seven years ago, she left without saying a word or any
sign. Seven years later, she returned without any sign just like before. What did she regard him as?
Brother? Or boyfriend?
Seven years ago, both of them were at a young age, and they settled on a relationship when they reached puberty. They even
did not make it clear when she left without a word. So what was the relationship between them? It was hard for him to explain.
With a graceful smile on face, Rosa looked at the excellent man in front of her. Last year, her leaving without saying a word was
a great blow to him. Seven years later, he looked different, but she felt that he looked at her with the same feeling as seven
years ago, which made her happy. Being aloof and arrogant, she wouldn't reveal this emotion.
Rosa was the first woman in the world who dared to disobey Max and she may be the last one. However, she was powerful
enough, which could be figured out by eye contact between the two persons.
"Who is that lady, Max?"
After a long conversation, Rosa finally shifted the topic to Leila. Following her gaze, Max saw that Leila was leaning against the
table, drinking alone with a glass of wine in her hand.
Leila was a beauty, not inferior to other people, even on this day when all the people gathered together. She was wearing a black
dress, which made her figure more outstanding with fair skin. And she did not seem to care that the several men around her

were staring at her.
An inexplicable feeling of displeasure came over Max. He walked over without caring for Rosa's gaze.
Leila didn't notice his arrival. She was still drinking. She was so tired of this kind of banquet that she only wanted to end it as
soon as possible and go back home.
She didn't come back to her senses until she felt a very low pressure behind her. She turned around and looked at Max in front
of her. 'Isn't he reminiscing about the old times with another beautiful woman? Why did he come back to me so soon?’
While Leila was thinking about it, Rosa has come to them. With graceful posture and temperament, she said to Max softly, "Max,
there's such a beautiful girl by your side. Don't you introduce her?"
Hearing that, Max took a deep look at Leila and said in an indifferent tone, "Just a female companion."
Although Leila knew that their relationship was only limited to that, she still felt uncomfortable inexplicably. Leila suppressed it,
looked up at the beautiful woman she thought and smiled. "Hello, I am Leila."
There was a hint of strangeness flashing across Rosa’s beautiful eyes. Then she reached out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm
Rosa."
'A good name.' thought Leila. The relationship between these two women was a little subtle. Leila was always glib but she
couldn't find a topic to talk about at this moment, so she'd rather stay silent by the side. Looking at Leila, Max said, "Don't wander
around."
Before Leila could react, he has already turned and left. Of course, Rosa has left with Max. Seeing them walk side by side, Leila
was shocked by their tacit understanding even she was the nominal female companion.
After drinking up the rest of the wine in her hand, suddenly a hand fell on her shoulder. Leila turned back and saw a pair of cold
eyes. Without saying anything, Moore pulled her away.
In the eyes of those who didn't know it, there was just a love quadrangle. However, only the people involved knew that they
hated each other.
Leila let Moore take her to a place. It was the back garden of the party. With the dark and windy night, it was suitable for doing
something private. She looked at him cautiously, which caused the other party a sneer.

"Do you think I would be interested in you?"
Leila raised her eyebrows and said, "It's hard to say."
Her casual tone made Moore frown. Originally, he thought that this woman was greedy for wealth and wanted to hook up with
powerful men. But today, he realized that her temperament was also despicable!
"I'm warning you, mind your own business. Don't think about something you shouldn't think about."
His cold tone amused Leila. There was only one person in the world that she was afraid of. Although the man in front of her was
cold, he was not enough to frighten her. Instead, she teased, "Moore, in your opinion, what should I think? What shouldn't I
think?"
Moore has never known that a woman's face could be so thick. From a certain point of view, Leila had the potential to be a
hooligan, whose words made he become speechless.
Moore couldn't give a proper answer to such a conventional question like what should be thought and what shouldn’t. His face
darkened slightly. It was his first time to lose face in front of a woman.
"Since you can't speak it out, I want to ask you a question, Mr. Mo."
Leila's watery eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, shining in the darkness. Moore squinted at her and asked, "What's the
question?"