My Annoying Roommate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

As the night grew late and the exhaustion from dancing started to set in, Katy and I sought solace on the couch. It was a surprising connection we had formed as if we had been friends for ages. Laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Katy's presence. As I glanced around the room, my eyes searching for any sign of Haze, Katy's voice broke through the moment. "If you're looking for Haze, I think she's already made her way home. You know how she is, always slipping out of parties without anyone noticing," she said, with a hint of admiration in her voice. I nodded, realizing that Katy seemed to understand Haze in a way I hadn't expected. "Seems like you know Haze quite well," I remarked, feeling a touch of envy creeping in. Katy giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, is that a hint of jealousy I detect?" she playfully teased, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. Flustered, I tried to brush off the notion. "Jealous? Why would I b

After the Gala, I couldn't help but notice that Haze seemed busier than ever before. As if she was trying to get buried under her work to hide from something. There was a sense of urgency in her actions. She looks pale and tired, and concerned for her well-being, I often insisted that she should eat tomatoes. The fresh tomatoes from my family's farm were delivered from my home. Meanwhile, an unexpected event occurred between me and Katy. We began to grow closer, forging a friendship that surpassed my initial expectations. We found ourselves chatting regularly, engaging in lively conversations, and even talking on the phone almost every day. Katy's energy and enthusiasm were infectious, and I found comfort in her presence. Her articles, filled with captivating stories and accompanied by impressive photography, never failed to catch my interest. In fact, she even shared a few pictures from the Gala, including one where I was sitting near the bar, as well as stunning captures of Ren's ex

"Hey, Ricky," I greeted my brother in our usual manner as he sat on the sofa, engrossed in watching the news. "Hey, my sunshine, what's your plan for today?" he asked, his voice filled with the warmth and familiarity that I had grown to love. "I think I'll stay at home and work," I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I didn't want anything to disrupt this happiness. "In that case, I'll go grocery shopping. Let's have dinner together and invite Ren over," Ricky suggested, a wide smile stretching across his face. There was a part of me that sensed something wasn't right, urging me to stop him. But I couldn't say a single word to express my concerns, and my body felt frozen in place. Ricky looked at me, his eyes filled with love, and said, "I'll be back." As the door closed behind him, I heard the screeching sound of a car followed by a deafening crash and someone's scream. In that moment, I cried out, "Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone," my voice echoing t

After my meeting with my editor Henry, I made my way to Tyto Corporation. Cain had invited me to join him for lunch, so I headed towards the bus stop near the corporation. As I approached the bustling area, I was greeted by a skyline dominated by towering buildings reaching towards the sky. The city exuded an atmosphere of ambition and efficiency, with people dressed in sharp suits hurriedly making their way to various destinations.In our country, three major corporations hold significant influence, their operations spanning across numerous industries. Within our relatively modest-sized city, we are fortunate to host the main headquarters of two of these corporate giants: Tyto and Raymond. These companies, along with their extensive network of subsidiaries, play a pivotal role in shaping the economic landscape and opportunities within our city.Despite its size, our city thrives on the dynamism and energy emanating from these corporate powerhouses. The presence of Tyt

I felt surprisingly refreshed after eating the breakfast Richard had prepared for me. It was a small victory, considering my deep-rooted aversion to tomatoes. Ever since Ricky's death, anything red had become a symbol of pain and loss. I had developed a strong aversion and even felt physically ill at the sight of anything red. My therapist believed it was a manifestation of my PTSD, and facing it head-on would help me heal, but I had avoided confronting the painful truth about Ricky's accident.As I reflected, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling surrounding Ricky's presence at the scene of the accident. It was puzzling and didn't quite add up. Why was he there in the first place? The more I dwelled on it, the more the pieces of the puzzle seem to be missing.As I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden phone call interrupted me. Glancing at the screen, I recognized the number and knew I couldn't refuse due to the respect. "Hello, Howard. Did something happen?" I answered