Fanny often thinks about what it would be like if they let her go home.And even if she still chooses her old house, job, and old family over this, she knows she will miss Andy dearly.And then there's Michel.She really doesn't want to think about whether she would lust after him if she could come home.The affection she has for him with her understanding of who he is, who they all are, we just contradict her, Fanny simply can't cope."You keep reading the same book. Why?"She looked up in surprise when she suddenly heard his voice, not because he was on the phone with someone.Michel is actually talking to her.Clearing her throat, she tried not to look at what he was doing but instead focused her eyes on the book in her lap."Actually, I'm not much of a reader. It's not because I don't like books. It's just that I never have time, work keeps me very busy...""You still haven't answered my question. Why are you reading the same book?"She bit her lower lip for a few seconds before f

However, he still decided not to answer the question, only to leave it unanswered between them.Accepting Michel's silence, Charles finally pulled out a chair and sat down, arms crossed on the table."Okay. Let's go down to the essentials. How many?" He goes straight to business, branching out into topics that, to him, are far more important than some little girl's feelings."Three. I had two in my chest before she woke up and one right when she was coming.""Are you sure they're Phoenix?""Who else.""Michel."Michel raised his head and immediately saw Charles, unable to move his gaze.He gapes at Charles, eyes wide."What?""I was going to talk to you.""Talk to me? Talk to me about what? What the hell is going on?" Michel cursed as he watched his mafia brother get up again, reaching for the whiskey bottle to refill his glass once more."I want to gather a little more information before...""Before what? Fuck, spit it out, Charles!"Charles sighed as he placed his drink in front of

Fanny doesn't leave her room at all and while she's busy taking online classes and reading the books Andy has brought her, her mind always ends up in the same place: think about Michel and what happened.She half-suspected he wouldn't come to check on her, but somehow she still felt frustrated when he actually didn't show up.And that's even though she's not even sure if she wants to see him or not.All she knew was that she hadn't been fine since that day, feeling as if a large hole had been punched through her chest, leaving her empty and numb.Trying to give her mind, which was a messy mess, a rest, Fanny decided to leave her room.She didn't know where she was going, but it was quite late so she hoped that everyone was asleep.Slowly getting out of bed, Fanny put her hand on the door and quietly opened it, looking left and right to make sure no one was in the hallway before stepping out.As she gently tiptoed down the stairs, she hopes that being able to stroll through the gardens

"He killed all three of them? All three?" Mr. Aiden asked incredulously as he sat in his large leather chair, swirling the dark liquid in a highball glass in his hand while looking at his daughter sitting directly across from him on the couch.Gwen nodded, tucking her hair over her shoulders.She had told Carlos that she missed her cousins ​​Nefertari and Ernesta when it was true that she needed an excuse to meet her father for a much-needed insider exchange.However, when she arrived at the mansion, she was annoyed because Mr. Aiden seems to be on a rampage, immediately leading her to his private office to vent about their failures to get rid of Michel."I can't believe it, damn it. He's a god-forsaken man. It's hard to kill this guy.""Maybe we don't need to kill him." She sighed, leaning back on the sofa.The frown on Mr. Aiden only deepens."What do you mean?"Gwen rolled her eyes as she got up and walked over to her father, standing right in front of him, leaving only the desk be

Michel smiled, the corner of her lips curled up in a small smile.Despite appearing only so quickly, the smile disappeared as Michel slowly reached out and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.Suddenly there was a huge lump stuck in her throat she didn't want to go away no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down.Instead, Fanny just continued to sit there, frozen, as Michel began to carefully undo the pins holding her hair up, releasing the soft strand little by little, gently running his fingers through it and over and over. repeat motion.When her hair was finally down, he stroked the side of her face down to her chin, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb.It's like he's in a trance, unable to stop himself from continuing his actions, following whatever feels right and irrationally trying to tell him.As he leaned in, his face very close to hers, Fanny took a deep breath."What are you doing?" She asked in a small whisper, her lips brushing against his due to the immedi