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Matteo and I had the next few days touring around Paris. Each day is great. I am definitely having the time of my life in this place. He only asks me wherever I want to go and we will go there right away. Even if it's me shopping for apparel and makeup which might take hours, he was there beside me waiting patiently. He just wants me to see me enjoy the vacation and I highly appreciate that. I ne
j e a nI was woken up by continuous knocking on my door. I groaned in annoyance and groggily stood up, bursting the door open, revealing Matteo through the door. My hair is all messy, my eyes are still adjusting to the light. It has been a while since I have had a proper sleeping schedule, and I am apparently making the most out of this vacation. I glared at him, "What?!"
j e a nMatteo and I flew back to the U.S. the following morning. We have not really talked ever since that incident. He does not seem to have the courage to speak to me today. I do notice that he seems to not be himself today. He is just, silent, literally not saying a single word. His features showing disappointment, sadness, and regret. I do understand why he is like that. Today's the day he is about
m a t t e oI looked straight out to the streets as we drove away from Jean's new home. I tried my best not to look back because who knows what will happen if I did. I feel empty. I wished we will not come up to this but it did. Remembering how she looked at me last night at Corsica broke my heart, understanding the fact that she could not be with me anymore. She's too broken, she cannot be okay until I
j e a nI just got home from rotations. Three days have passed ever since I have been here. I enjoy the silence of the home I am in right now. The quietness helps me focus on my studies. I have no time to go to the grocery and buy food, I always end up ordering food and get it delivered at home. It is getting quite unhealthy, though. I should find time to at least go to the groceries. I pulled out my pho
Trigger warning: rapem a t t e oI listened to the reports of each of my staff in their respective compani
j e a nI woke up as the sun shines on my face. I stood up and closed the curtains. I picked up my phone and checked my notifications, seeing that I have received a text from Noah. I unlocked my phone and checked his message.
j e a n"Are you thinking about him again?""W-what do you mean?" I asked.
m a t t e oI groaned in annoyance, looking at the papers in front of me. I am too tired to even just sign these. I have had my employees scan through these to tell me whether these are good enough for the corporations or not, nonetheless, I still have to check them one by one. What they think is not worthy goes straight into the shredder. The stress of another unidentified criminal organization is also