Chapter 145

• ALYONA
• He tilted his head slightly, “These days, most men want a girl who’s fit. Slim. The kind of woman who takes care of her body like it’s her most valuable asset.” I let out a soft laugh—not because it was funny, but because of how shallow it sounded to me. “Then I guess I’m not interested in that kind of relationship.”
• “Oh?” His eyes narrowed, curious now. “And what kind are you interested in?” I looked down at the coffee cup in my hand, the warmth of it grounding me before I lifted my gaze back to him. “The kind that doesn’t depend on how you look. The kind that’s still there when life gets messy… when you’re not at your best. I believe in love that stays through every high and low, not one that disappears the moment you stop fitting someone’s ideal.” He didn’t say anything right away, and that silence felt heavier than any sharp remark he’d ever thrown my way.