"I liked your client, what's his name? Zillion Malloy?" Aaron tried to bring up the topic that Caroline had been avoiding all along. The man realized that Caroline had been trying to avoid him, but he couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to bring up the topic of conversation now. After all, the first impression he got from Zillion was really good. That man is the type of man to be responsible, according to him, with an amazing work background. He was sure that the man could replace him next to Caroline. “Don't start again Aaron, we don't have any relationship other than clients and psychologists. He is one of my clients with quite a complex problem, so I decided to do counseling out of office hours because he is a busy man." "I know. A CEO for an airline that influential in this city must be very busy. But what problem should him come to you? I am curious." Caroline scowled lazily. Why did Aaron have to discuss Zillion when they were together? Does

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief as she washed her hands and face in front of the hotel toilet mirror. She is really relieved now that she managed to escape the awkward atmosphere that happened between her, Rein, Zillion, and their wives. Since earlier she did not dare to open the slightest voice to reply to their words. She was just silent, wringing her hands restlessly because she wanted to get away from the crowd of people who felt intimidating her. Luckily Aleyna came at the right time to ask her to take the pudding at the table in the left side, so she immediately took the opportunity to get away from the Lee family couple who seemed to never think it was among them. Only Rein kept talking to her, while his wife and colleagues seemed to be skinning her alive with their sharp gaze. Plus Zillion did the same to her. That man had been staring at her with a look that was— She don't know. The kind of gaze Zillion gave was extremely difficult to interpret. The man seemed an

"Eunghh..." Caroline blinked her eyes for a moment and looked so annoyed by the sudden phone call that came while she was sleeping. Lazily she immediately grabbed the square object, glancing at the clock printed on her cellphone screen. "Who is the crazy who called me at this late hour? Twelve Thirty, come on!" muttered Caroline irritably and immediately pressed the rectangular object against her ear. "Hello? Who—" "Ms, please come over here, Mr. Zillion got drunk and hit several employees who were about to stop him from drinking," interrupted a man who sounded so panicked. Caroline frowned in disbelief and immediately glanced at the screen of her cellphone to make sure the caller hadn't been wrongly addressed by calling her. "Is this Mr. Malloy's cell phone?" “Yes, Ms. I found your number to be at the top of the dialed call list, so I decided to call you. Can you pick up Mr Zillion now? Some of the guards have started to feel

The atmosphere in the car was quiet. Neither Zillion nor Caroline, both are not interested in starting a conversation or just saying something to get rid of the silence that surrounds them. Caroline, who was concentrating on the road in front of her, didn't seem to bother with the silence, because for her it was better than starting a conversation that would only end in a heated argument between the two.  Just like what happened fifteen minutes ago, before she drove her car out of her porch, she was again in an argument with Zillion over a simple matter. The man insisted on asking her to take him to the office, even though he knew that she was late for work because of their long talk session a few hours ago. But in the end she chose to give in and drove Zillion to his office, because the man's car was still in the bar. While Caroline is busy driving, Zillion appears to be busy thinking, daydreaming about all kinds of things that feel like intric

Zillion pressed the doorbell of the house impatiently as he rubbed his rough face. He seemed a little drunk tonight after sipping a few glasses of Jack Daniels. But he could still realize where he was now and what purpose he had come to this place. He wanted to treat this terrible feeling of loneliness, then replace it with a reassuring feeling of calm. “Zillion? Are you crazy! It's twelve in the midnight, and you— " Zillion immediately hugged his psychologist's tiny body, causing Caroline to nearly fall backwards. Luckily the woman had held onto the edge of the door, so that she was able to withstand Zillion's heavy body weight in front of her. "Are you drunk?" asked Caroline in confusion as she tried to push Zillion's body away from her. But Zillion continued to tighten his arms until finally Caroline chose to give up and let Zillion remain in that position for a while. “Caroline, I don't want to be left. I'm afraid to feel lonely and alone."