Chapt. 11

"You can put that here. Thanks." 

Adrian has been of great help since his confrontation with Mason, if not him, what other reason could Mason have to leave? On one side, she was glad he left, on the other side, she felt desolate; a feeling she deemed to not have the right to have.

"I need some special credit for this," even though he broke no bead of sweat during all the work—which was unbelievable— he still brushed his forearm over his forehead.

"Wait for it," she adjusted the huge potted plant he just deposited by the double glass door of his room leading to a terrace. "Your parents will be here by nine tomorrow morning, right?"

"So I heard. So...what becomes of us after this?"

Her brows unnoticeably creased as if she had sighted a displeasing bug on her newly installed. "what has been of us for the last five months, is it?"

"I'm not returning to the UK."

"Why not? Your dad will—"

"It's not about him, it's about