The Law of Attraction-Chapter 45: Favorite Person

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Jorge was panting heavily when he darted inside the cafe where Miley informed Jorge she was at. He was frantic when he heard her cracked voice when she called and said she needed help. She was nearby Sy Building and Jorge rushed there as soon as he heard her location, not even bothering to ask what happened to Miley.

"What happened? Are you alright? What is it Miley? What's wrong?" he asked in a row as soon as he approached Miley's table. He looked worried.

Miley hid the satisfied grin on her face, instead, she sniffed and mumbled, "You came."

"Of course, you called saying you needed help." Jorge remarked.

Miley bit her lower lip and helplessly stared at Jorge as she whispered, "The heels of one of my shoes broke."

She raised the shoe with broken heels and showed it to Jorge.

"Huh? That's all?" Jorge breathed in disbelief and scratched his head.

"It's embarrassing to walk…" Miley added in a hush. She knew her reason was too lame, but it was always effective on Jorge.

"Miley, you have your personal assistant to ask and buy you new shoes in a flash. Don't you know how busy I am in Liam's matters? We can't afford to waste time. Next time don't call me if it's just about small things like this." Jorge complained.

Though Miley would often do this kind of thing repeatedly, Jorge could never just take the risk of ignoring her, thinking it was really an emergency or Miley could be in danger somehow.

Miley ignored Jorge's complaint and mused, 'Busy? You still ran in here, anyway. Besides, my brother will understand you since I'm a very important person in his life.'

Miley helplessly stared at Jorge afterwards. She wondered up to what extent she would need to go and try to steal his heart for Jorge to be able to express his real and true feelings for her.

She definitely could feel Jorge cared for her and in his eyes she was someone special, but she just could not get why he kept denying his feelings for her. His actions spoke louder, but Miley wished to hear his feelings in words as well.

She could no longer count how many times Jorge had turned her down, for the same alibi that she was only like a sister to him. She would never buy that justification, as what she read in his eyes was far more real and she knew he had been escaping from admitting his true feelings for her.

'It is all pure bullsh*t!' Miley mused because she could feel the opposite.

At first, she thought that he used to reject her, probably because she was still young or Jorge might want her to finish her schooling but…

'Hello?! I'm already twenty-seven now and yet still the same progress? No! There's no progress at all!' Miley quietly protested.

"You know that you're the first person I think of whenever I have an emergency, whether it's about something important or about little things like this. You're my favorite person in the world!" Miley whispered. And it was true.

Today's incident was intentional. She missed Jorge, and she was free and bored in her office, so she made a way to see him. If she would just ask Jorge directly to see her and spend time with her, he would only ignore her for sure.

She saw Jorge exhaled loudly before turning his back towards her and bent down in front of her.

"Come here. There are a few shoe shops nearby in the area. I will give you a piggyback ride till there since my shoes would not fit on you."

Miley's eyes sparked, her lips curved up as she quickly latched on Jorge's back. It had been awhile since he gave her a piggyback ride and she was so happy he offered it himself.

'See? He doesn't think twice before giving me a piggyback ride instead of letting me wait here while he bought me shoes. He knew my size anyway! And still he hesitates in accepting my love!' Miley silently concluded.

The two did not mind people's eyes on them while Jorge walked out of the restaurant and at the side of the road. Miley comfortably rested her chin on his shoulder.

"How come your heels are not that sturdy. They are high class shoes!" Jorge complained.

Miley put her cheek next to Jorge's and muttered, "I dunno. Maybe I overused it? Or intentionally cracked it so you can come give me a piggyback like this while buying shoes for me. I missed it so much. You always did this when we were young or whenever I cried Jorge, remember? Or when I was drunk after growing up. Maybe I should get drunk again sometime."

Miley reminisced. Jorge was quiet and did not respond. He was in deep thought and Miley hated it whenever he acted like that and kept silent, because Jorge was a bubbly person whose mouth never got tired of talking.

"When will you open up to me Jorge? You have kept me waiting for so long already. I don't want to become an old maid you know." Miley suddenly whispered.

"Stop that Miley or I will put you down now and leave you here." Jorge threatened.

Miley released a loud sigh of frustration.

"Alright I will stop. I guess I will just need to get a boyfriend now. Geez, I've been reserving myself for too long for you, but it seems like you're not movable. Don't worry, I will soon let suitors flood me left and right and choose the best." she irritably grumbled.

Jorge chuckled at that because Miley often said that. So it was something not new to his ears. Miley would always dare to do a lot of things, but in the end it was only just words.

"You think I won't really do it, huh? Watch me. This time it's going to be for real! Anyway, this is the last time you will hear this dialogue because next time it will be in action and no more words." Miley threatened. Maybe it was time that she showed some actions to Jorge to take her seriously.

"Miley… How come you're grown so heavy?" Jorge asked, trying to divert the topic.

"What heavy? I'm s.e.xy and always on a proper diet. I'm not heavy at all, but it���s just you getting weak. How come my weight is already heavy for you? Do more exercise and weightlifting will you?!" Miley chided and Jorge victoriously smiled, thinking he again succeeded to kill off the previous topic.

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