38. PRIVATE JET.

"I have to go," he said opening the door of the closet and fetching a shirt for him.

"Where? And what's the emergency?" she asked watching him making his way to the bathroom with the door remained open and he, from inside replied, "Work. Just work."

"Hello? Arrange a private jet for me," he dialled a number and waited for a few rings, then said to someone while Hope just looked at him, confused.

"Where are you going?" the second she asked, he paused, turned around and walked to her.

"Hope, would you like to go with me?" he asked holding both of her hands, eye to eye.

"Me? How? I have work, here... and Amelia..." she was giving him reasons when he, with a single reply said, "Forget about work. And we can take Amelia, too."

"But how will we go?" she asked and he grew a smirk.

"What? Bulgaria? But Hope, how can we go there?" Amelia was standing right next to her bed when Hope told her that they are going Bulgaria.

"Do you trust me?" asked