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My Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Twinkle's POV:
"And here you go," I place the cheesecake in a small container and extend it to Jia.
"Thank you, Twinkle," she says shyly, holding the box in her small hands and placing it on her purple backpack securely.
"Very welcome, my sweetie." I bend to her level and gently pinch her cheeks.
She giggles softly, closing her eyes – a habit of hers and her auntie while laughing. She stops abruptly, leans to my ears, and whispers, "Won't this be a secret?" Glancing at me with her doe eyes that melt my heart.
"Of course, baby. It will be a small secret between us." I ruffle her mushroom-cut hair playfully and stand up.
"Jia? You still here? Teena is on the way to pick you, baby." Linda strolls towards us casually, wiping her hands on the square-shaped towel.
"Auntie, I was just saying goodbye to Twinkle." Jia blushes a little when Linda raises her brows.
"Did you give her cheesecake again?" Linda turns to me.
"Cheesecake? Me? No... we were just bidding goodbye. Isn't it, Jia?" Jia nods her head vigorously, making Linda give a knowing smile, ready to give a morning lecture to the five-year-old girl about her teeth.
"You can't have—"
'HONK'
Jia glances at the street quickly through the glass window, runs out when she sees the yellow van.
"Jia, you've already eaten—"
"See you in the evening, Auntie. Jia loves you!" she says rapidly and swiftly gets inside a small van, boldly labeled 'TINY TOTS KINDERGARTEN.'
Linda waves at Jia with a sigh and enters back into the bakery.
"It was just a few candies..." I say sheepishly.
"Of course, candies taste like cheesecake," she says sarcastically and saunters into the counter area, standing next to me.
"I have bad news for you." She places newly baked red and blue velvet cakes on the counter for display, which I made early in the morning.
"Don't say it's from Mrs. Bing," I say anxiously.
"Unfortunately, yes, it's from her... they have rejected our cakes." She says in a disappointed tone, gazing fixed on the blueberry cake.
"But why? The cakes we delivered are the best out of here. We all put a lot of effort into making them on short notice."
"They are ready to take the pastries and a few other cakes, but fruit cakes and tarts. They criticized that we are using poor quality fruits and essentials for those...
Twinkle's POV:
"And here you go," I place the cheesecake in a small container and extend it to Jia.
"Thank you, Twinkle," she says shyly, holding the box in her small hands and placing it on her purple backpack securely.
"Very welcome, my sweetie." I bend to her level and gently pinch her cheeks.
She giggles softly, closing her eyes – a habit of hers and her auntie while laughing. She stops abruptly, leans to my ears, and whispers, "Won't this be a secret?" Glancing at me with her doe eyes that melt my heart.
"Of course, baby. It will be a small secret between us." I ruffle her mushroom-cut hair playfully and stand up.
"Jia? You still here? Teena is on the way to pick you, baby." Linda strolls towards us casually, wiping her hands on the square-shaped towel.
"Auntie, I was just saying goodbye to Twinkle." Jia blushes a little when Linda raises her brows.
"Did you give her cheesecake again?" Linda turns to me.
"Cheesecake? Me? No... we were just bidding goodbye. Isn't it, Jia?" Jia nods her head vigorously, making Linda give a knowing smile, ready to give a morning lecture to the five-year-old girl about her teeth.
"You can't have—"
'HONK'
Jia glances at the street quickly through the glass window, runs out when she sees the yellow van.
"Jia, you've already eaten—"
"See you in the evening, Auntie. Jia loves you!" she says rapidly and swiftly gets inside a small van, boldly labeled 'TINY TOTS KINDERGARTEN.'
Linda waves at Jia with a sigh and enters back into the bakery.
"It was just a few candies..." I say sheepishly.
"Of course, candies taste like cheesecake," she says sarcastically and saunters into the counter area, standing next to me.
"I have bad news for you." She places newly baked red and blue velvet cakes on the counter for display, which I made early in the morning.
"Don't say it's from Mrs. Bing," I say anxiously.
"Unfortunately, yes, it's from her... they have rejected our cakes." She says in a disappointed tone, gazing fixed on the blueberry cake.
"But why? The cakes we delivered are the best out of here. We all put a lot of effort into making them on short notice."
"They are ready to take the pastries and a few other cakes, but fruit cakes and tarts. They criticized that we are using poor quality fruits and essentials for those...
