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320 pages, Paperback
First published May 7, 2019
He was ignoring everyone, including her, at this expensive wedding. So he could read a novel about alien demon things.
“It felt too big. At the same time, it didn’t feel like enough.”
“My heart works in a different way, but it’s yours.”
"How did you change your life when you were trapped like this? Her history didn’t define her. Her origins didn’t define her. At least, they shouldn’t. She could be more, if she had a chance. But people didn’t see who she was inside. They didn’t know. And she had no way to show them without an opportunity."Well-done, again, Ms. Hoang. This will be a re-read for me for sure. Check it out!
"Strange, incomprehensible, beautiful woman. She said the funniest things and smiled all the time. His fingers itched to touch that smile, and he sipped away out of self-preservation..."
"She was already a song that payed on endless repeat in his head. If he started having sex with her, this thing would escalate into pure addiction, and what the fuck would happen when she left at the end of the summer?"
“I chose her for you when I went to Việt Nam. You’ll like her. She’s perfect for you,” she said.
“I don’t—You can’t—I—” He shook his head. “What?”
“Yeah,” Quan said. “That was my reaction, too. She got you a mail-order bride from Vietnam, Khai.”
"Why do you say it so it sounds so bad? She's not a 'mail-order bride'. I met her in person.”
He always expected her to turn him away, but she never did. It was a heady thing, her acceptance.
She didn't need a rich man. She just needed someone who was hers.
Warm. Content. Safe in his arms. Him safe in hers. She hugged him tighter. He was bigger and stronger, but she would protect him with everything she had.
Everyone deserved to love and be loved back. Everyone. Even her.
“Why did you come?”
He gave her a funny look. “You’re hurt.”
Things collapsed inside her heart, and she turned her face away from him and stared down at her hands in her lap. He’d come…to be with her?
That was a revelation to Khai, and when he looked at her then, her imperfections stuck out for the first time. One of her eyebrows arched more than the other. Her nose wasn’t as straight as he’d thought. There, on the left side of her neck, a tiny birthmark. She wasn’t a photoshopped image on a magazine. She was a real person, flawed. Oddly, that made her more beautiful.
I love you. I told myself I didn’t. Because I was afraid to lose someone again, and I doubted myself, and I wanted only the best for you. But the feeling has gotten too big to deny. My heart works in a different way, but it’s yours. You’re my one.
They were side by side, but they felt so far apart.
“I can walk. I’m better.”
“I like holding you.”
Sometimes, he worried she’d fall off. Other times, he hoped she’d fall off. So he’d have an excuse to tell her to come closer.
And if she asked, he knew he would give her anything. If he could.
What if—he didn’t know—what if they explored this attraction between them, and she fell in love with him? That would be horribly irresponsible of him, wouldn’t it? He could never love her back. He’d just hurt her. And he never wanted to do that. She was supposed to be happy.
Esme might be able to handle a physical relationship without any adverse effects, but he didn’t think he could. She was already a song that played on endless repeat in his head.
When she snuck a peek at his hands, however, she found them wrapped around a book. He was reading. At a wedding.
And wearing black-rimmed reading glasses.
He didn’t want Esme for himself, but he didn’t want her with anyone else, either. He always pictured them apart but single.
He simply devoured her with his eyes, wanting her with the full force of his out-of-control addiction, but judging from the way her pupils dilated, she didn’t mind.
It made him a greedy bastard, but he wanted her love. He wanted to be her “one,” the recipient of her smiles, the reason for her smiles, her drug. She was his.
Khải wasn’t bad. He was misunderstood.
She didn’t need a rich man. She just needed someone who was hers. And Jade’s.
Growing up, she’d been expected to take care of herself. Her mom and grandma were always busy working, and if she was hurt or sick, it was best to grit her teeth and deal with it on her own. That was even more the case now that she had Jade.
She’d been evaluated, deemed to have little to no worth, and discarded. This kept happening to her. Again and again and again. And she was so tired now. So tired.
It was better to save the money for Jade. That was why she was here, after all. For Jade (and her dad). Not Esme. She couldn’t justify it if it was just to make herself happy.
She refused to cry. If he didn’t love her, someone else would. She wasn’t going to settle for a one-sided love. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.
She couldn’t have Khải, but she didn’t need him. She was going to earn her way all by herself, and that was a billion times better.
The wild idea crossed his mind that if he kissed and touched her right, he might muddle her senses to the point where she said yes by accident. And hell yes, he would hold her to it.
“Marry me.”
Andy was as close as close got for Khai. If he couldn’t grieve for Andy, that meant he couldn’t grieve at all. And if he couldn’t grieve, the flip side also had to be true.
He couldn’t love.
Khải Diep (H) steadfastly avoids relationships because he thinks he’s defective. His mother (Cô Nga) decides to take matters into her own hands and returns to Vietnam to find him the perfect bride.
↠ seducing him by invading his personal space,
↠ lying to him about being an accountant just so they have something in common,
↠ hiding from him about being a single parent and having a daughter,
💀 I couldn’t figure her out.
Sometimes, she’d come off as this naive, clueless girl sasshaying around *bra-less* in her t-shirt and shorts doing bizarre things like, hacking down a tree with a Japanese kitchen knife or climbing a ladder to clear the gutter off leaves in Khải’s front porch (!!!). Y’know like she’s acting dumb, but cute, but actually just plain dumb. (???) I couldn’t tell if it was part of her seduction plan or if she was just . . . ✨“quirky” like that✨💅 because every time she’s like that, it’s seen from Khải’s POV and he’d be all—
💀 She “brushes off” Khải’s autism.
At one point, Khải shares he’s autistic. She doesn’t know what it means, but she’s noticed that he’s different. Instead of asking questions or doing her research, she’s just . . . not doing anything. On one hand, it was great that she seemed to accept him for what he was. On the other hand, it felt like a dismissal cause she didn’t even make an attempt to understand him and see things from his perspective. Especially when—
💀 She stubbornly refuses to be with Khải unless he says “I love you.”![]()
“It wasn’t loneliness if it could be eradicated with work or a Netflix marathon or a good book.”