บททั้งหมดของ Look At Me, Oneil: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Ever since that unpleasant dinner, Essi does not know how she can approach Geovensia. Is she angry at her for quarreling against Corrine? She should have told her. Geovensia is unlike any of Essi’s friends who would suppress their issues quietly. She would uncover it to solve. Especially if the other party needed it. Essi tried heading to her flat and knocked on her door. Minutes passed but there was no response. But Essi patiently waited. She carefully checks her present for Geovensia before knocking again. The door opened slightly. Geovensia’s sleepy countenance came out. Upon recognizing Essi, she felt awakened by cold waters. “Why are you here?” she asked. “Just wanna see how you are doing.” Geovensia reluctantly let her in. Essi was surprised to see the inside unit slightly messed up. There were worn clothes upon the couch. The kitchen can clearly be seen from the living. There, opened cans of sodas and ready meals are left indisposed. Geovensia’

Beneath the pounding rain, Essi could finally let out how she was still trembling until now. She cannot make an illusion to herself to make that incident less terrifying in her mind. While she stood hardhearted in front of Oneil and Grant Mercator, she wanted to cry out loud in fear. She was never strong to fight against men who were armed with guns and readiness to hurt her. She was unlike those fearless girls portrayed in movies. The sight of her skin injured from the garden fence as Oneil and her ran away from the men made her feel weaker. She glanced at her hand and it is shaking. The phone is ringing, trying to be still alive against the raindrops. Oneil is calling her. What if Oneil and her got injured? No matter how she projects herself to be emotionless, she cannot deny how it affected her. It feared her to imagine the bullets war against her chest. She ignored his call. She knows that Oneil will keep on asking why she did it. Essi, herself, does not know why. Why di

Jealousy could be cruel. Although Oneil already thought of many ways to pacify Essi, it is not just enough. For there will always be something that reminds her to hold up this kind of emotional rumble. But he should have noticed why Essi was not contacting or updating him about her activities after their dinner in Paris. She didn’t even tell him that she makes herself busy helping Geovensia for a clothing line startup. Indeed, jealousy is the reason why she practically lived during the past days as if she doesn’t know that Oneil was wishing to be by her side. Oneil thought of coaxing her. He did many attempts already. The first one was by calling her with his usual number. He wanted to make sure that Essi didn’t block him. “Who is this?” Essi asked. There was much flipping of papers in the background. “This is from flower delivery service madame,” he answered after trying to change his voice. “Really? May I know from what shop and who ordered it for m

Oneil also wants to scold himself for formulating angry yet unsaid questions to Essi. But how can he stop this feeling? He can only pretend that it didn't bring mixed emotions in him; fury, sadness, and longing. Oneil immediately hid himself when he noticed that Ethan has to leave. Gwyneth also called him for his whereabouts.   "I'm already heading to the balcony."   Oneil came to Essi with a sullen face. This has moved Essi for his cuteness.    "May I know why are you here?" Oh, how he hopes that Essi didn't agree to Gwyneth just because she will be meeting Ethan in Willoughby, too.   "Your cousin invited me," Essi replied and then sipped her tea. "How about you? Did Gwyneth invited you?"   "Sort of." His eyes was quick to squint and scrutinize that he can use the unfolding event before them as his reason. But before he coul form words out of it, Essi is already watching him. He should at least tell the truth so

Oneil returned to the mansion wondering how he can bust out Ethan’s men without noticing it. Whether Ethan has something to do with the attack or not, it still cannot be denied that it worried Essi so much. She kept having nightmares. As her man, he wanted to warn them off and not mess with him anymore. “Oneil, where have you been?” his mother asked when he passed by the hallway. She’s already halfway on her magazine and tea but she left it to check Oneil. “Did you eat already? Let me prepare for your late lunch.” “It’s alright. I already have one,” Oneil replied as he halted on his tracks towards his room. He looked for Frederick. His mother told him that he is on the second floor, dealing with Grant’s great grandchildren. Oneil proceeded and saw how messy the place is. The boys were challenging Frederick for a martial arts match. Although he politely declined, the kids didn’t listen but attacked him. Trained to safely handle the kids while giving them the t