"I'm staying, honeybunch," Quinn said, which caused me panic. Just last night, she brought up the idea of not going back to Paris. We are currently having dinner in one of my restaurants. "W-what? No.." I raise to meet her eye, showing her my displeased reaction. "What the hell are you talking about, Quinn?" I asked just to make sure I didn't hear it wrong. "I want to stay, get married here, honeybunch. Ayoko na bumalik ng Paris. I want to settle here in my mother's homeland with you and build a family. Don't you like that?" She uttered, eyes fixated on me as she held both my hands and gently stroked them. Quinn is half Filipino and half French. "I have a life in Paris, Hon. I thought we have understanding?" Wala pa kaming one-year ni Quinn ng mag prose ako ng kasal. I met her at one of my gallery exhibits. I caught her then, staring for a long time at one of my Obra Maestra. She said she sees herself in that painting. At a glance, she looks genuinely happy and seems to be liv
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