Chapter 216
Chapter 216
The phrase “smooth talker” was supposed to be an insult, yet somehow, when Elian said it, each word seemed laced with a touch of affection.
Miranda never imagined she’d be called that. Was that really a fitting description for her? She thought she’d be the last person to earn such a label.
But with Elian, logic rarely applied, and honestly, she couldn’t be bothered to argue. She had learned to just roll
with his antics.
“They must have told you quite a bit, including who they are and what they want?” Elian suddenly began.
Miranda nodded. “Yeah.”
Elian frowned. “Yeah? Come on, can’t you use more than one word when you talk to me?”
He couldn’t stand it when Miranda gave him the cold shoulder or acted aloof. And he was the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve, especially around her. Whenever he had something to say, he’d just come right out with it.
Miranda recalled a term she’d stumbled upon online, used to describe people who were sharp and often expressed their needs clearly – a high need baby. She couldn’t help but think how well it suited Elian.
She shot back, “Well, how about ‘yeah, right? That’s one more word.”
Elian was slightly annoyed but conceded, “That works too, I guess.”
Miranda couldn’t hold back a grin, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. The way Elian acted so needy around her, yet maintained his “Icy Demon” persona with others, amused her to no end.
This contrast only made it impossible for her to dislike him.
Elian adjusted his tone, his deep voice resuming. “No matter what they’ve told you, all decisions are yours to make. Like I said before, your freedom of choice is paramount. Don’t let anyone sway your convictions. You’re free.”
His words were steady and powerful, carrying a calming effect like a gentle breeze over stormy seas, gradually soothing the waves into tranquility.
In moments like these, Elian seemed so different from his usual self. Miranda glanced at Elian’s profile beside her, his gaze fixed sharply yet peacefully ahead.
Typically, he was like a raging sea, full of tumultuous energy ready to unleash its force. But now, he was eerily calm, as if that destructive energy had been quietly tucked away beneath the surface.
Miranda remembered a previous conversation when Elian had unexpectedly asked her to think it through. She smiled, her eyes glinting with emotions she hadn’t felt before. “Of course, I’ve always been free.”
She understood Elian’s message. Her decisions should never be influenced by others. She wasn’t bound by societal norms or expectations. Her freedom was hers alone, and every choice she made should follow her
own will.
She figured Elian had anticipated these people approaching her, with their “invitation” and today’s events. That’s why he’d subtly warned her, offering his earlier advice.
Beneath his seemingly reckless exterior lay a mind sharp and intricate.
Finally, Elian’s lips curved into a smile. “Whatever you choose, I’ll back you up.”
“And what about you?” Miranda asked.
Elian paused. “What about me?”
Miranda inquired, “What’s your choice?”
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Elian’s expression grew thoughtful, his eyes steady on the horizon, and he remained silent for a moment.
Miranda laughed and said, “I’m just asking casually. You don’t have to answer
She had only asked on a whim, prompted by his talk of her choices,
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