All Chapters of A Playboy's Touch (ENGLISH): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Hmmm ..." Sunday muttered when she felt cold. She reached for the blanket and then covered herself.She sniffed when she smelled the fragrant and masculine smell of the blanket. 'Why does her blanket smell different--' She felt someone move beside her. She immediately turned to look--"W-What the?" she quickly moves to sit in disbelief. And suddenly, her sleepy head faded.Next to her was Matteo, still sleeping, shirtless.Sunday panicked so she immediately peeked herself under the blanket. She hit his forehead with her palm when she saw the clothes that she was still wearing last night. And that's when she remembered what had happened. How did she gets stuck here, she fell asleep in Matteo's car! "Aishhh ..." She quickly stood up and looked for her shoulder bag. And when she saw it, she picked it up and immediately went to the door. "Why did I fall asleep ...""It's still 5 a.m. Where are you going?"Sunday froze and stopped from opening the door. She looked back to Matteo who seem

Matteo dialed Shaina's number. He will ask for their address but he will not be able to contact them. It's out of coverage.He glanced at Sunday who was sleeping on the passenger seat. Her cheeks are red as well as her small and pointed nose. He cursed silently. This woman is making him crazy. Her, ignoring him drives him insane.He saw Sunday earlier when they came out of the restaurant with Alessandra. He didn't know if Sunday had seen them. And now he was thinking why Sunday acted that way. Did something happen? Did Alessandra told something to her?Earlier, he and Alessandra argued. Alessandra even slapped him and told him to stay away from Sunday. He thought Lorenzo was going to take Alessandra back to Italy after treating her to dinner, because she had something that wanted to eat. Alessandra told him that she will stay at his pad.But he's not even sure if it's his child or not. He remembers nothing but drinking when one of their co-models had a birthday party. He was drunk, t

Sunday woke up early the next day. She was already dressed at six in the morning. She looked in the mirror again to see if everything is okay. She smiled but later faded when she realized what she was doing. She leaned back to her chair then sighed. Why in this world she is doing this?She took a tissue and wipe her red lipstick and just put a rosy one. She tied her hair up just like usual."It's still early."Sunday turned to Shaina who was now sitting on her bed with only an eye open and a messed hair. "I'll send money to the Philippines," she said, half true. She woke up early to fix herself. It took her two hours to finish but end up realizing that she was like a fool for doing so. "I'm going, just see you later.""Okay, take care."After she left, she immediately took a taxi to get to the shop immediately. And when she arrived she couldn't help but look her reflection in the mirror. Does she look okay? But when she realized why she is doing this, she feel upset to herself. Why

*-*-*-*-*Elizabeth gave the envelope to Mr. Dawson. "I can't read it myself. Can you read it for me?""Sure," Mr. Dawson replied.Out of nervousness, Elizabeth bit his lower lip and averted her gaze."Sunday is from El Nido Palawan, Philippines... 25 years old right now."Her chest began to throb. She had already read it on Sunday's resume but she wanted more information so she paid a private lawyer to invistigate."W-Who are her parents?" She's a fool for asking that question."Well, according to her birth certificate, Gregory Morales and Marita Morales." Elizabeth gaped and look outside the restaurant. Her hands were shaking on her lap while her heart seem to be tearing apart."O-Oh .. p-please tell me more." She wiped her tears with one hand while the other is slowly and shakingly forming into fist. All these time, Sunday is alive? How dare them to tell her fake news that her daughter is dead?"But Marita never treated Sunday like her own daughter. It has been said that Sunday is

*-*-*-*-*Days and weeks passed. Sunday is still working at the flower shop and at night in the bar, it was just like a cycle, everyday. And Matteo, he tried many times to talk to her but she kept on avoiding him and didn't give him a chance. What for? And David, he's trying to talk to her too. She want closure but David don't. He's still asking for a second chance but she can't give it to him. There is no future in the situation like this. All were messed up.It was Sunday so they are both in their apartment. Shaina wanted to go to the mall with her but she refused. It seems like her body was too heavy and she was too lazy to move."Hey Sun, don't you want to eat?" Shaina asked, foods are now set on the table."I have no appetite," Sunday lazily replied. She's lying on her bed, she is to lazy to even stand up. She just want to sleep."Are you sick?"Sunday put her palm on her forehead to check, it's normal, she's not sick. There are times that she's like this, so there's nothing to w