บททั้งหมดของ Hating the Billionaire Heir: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The hallways are empty, everyone else is in class and the privacy gives me the opportunity and freedom to cry ugly, sobbing, loud, gut wrenching tears. I would balk at my dramatics but the tears I’ve been withholding for weeks all chose to come out to play today for some reason and I have no choice but to just let it out.“I’m so sad, Roman…” I sob out the words like he can fix it. He stays silent but I still feel his big palm gliding over my body. He doesn’t need to say a word, his presence is more than fine. His nearness alone is more comfort that anyone else could offer me. How and when did I get this addicted to him? I don’t know how long we remain like this, me lightly sobbing and him holding me. It could have been mere seconds, or minutes or even an hour but I’m not so good with time when he is near, usually hours go by like seconds when I have him with me. This time is no different. Finally, we break apart from the tight hold we have on each other. I keep my gaze down,

On Wednesday evening, every senior year student of Rixon High is sent a general email from our principal informing us that the school trip to Connecticut is happening after all. Supposedly, the school board were able to squeeze out some money to fund the trip after all. The day before the d-day, our mom takes Leo and I out for lunch at one of the fancy restaurants in Rixon hills. Surprisingly, she is being rather emotional at the thought of us going away for a few days. “It’s only going to be for a few days, mom” I tell her to console and ease her worries. I hear her release an exhale with a worried expression still on her face, “I know. But I can’t help it. My babies are traveling without me for the first time” she responds. Uncaring as always, Leo scoffs out a short laugh which he quickly hides with the guise of a cough after I give him a subtle kick under the table of the restaurant where we are eating at. I give him a glare and he shrugs. “It’s not like we are not used

“Oh shit…” I whisper as I close my eyes and brace myself for the pain. Halfway to the ground, something grabs at the thin material of my crop top, stopping my fall. However it must not be my lucky day because in the course of my being pulled back up with the hold on my top, the fabric of the thin material slackens and tears sending me back to the floor. “Lindsey!” I hear Leo yell out with fright. So he does care about me… good to know. I’m a hairs breadth away from kissing the ground when the hold on my torn shirt goes round my ribcage and lifts me back up. I can suddenly feel both my feet stable on the pavement, I open my eyes and come in contact with the bright blue eyes that has been plaguing my dreams for weeks. Roman. It’s like everything else ceases to exit at that point, I don’t want to go over myself, but the way he stares at me right now contradicts how he spoke to me last week. While his words had conveyed that he wanted nothing more to do with me, his eyes now te

After I leave the coffee shop, my stomach is filled from the apple pie and latte and my strength renewed from the rest. It is a little after five pm now and I decide to tour for an hour more before going back to the hotel. I walk around the town and even visit a pawn shop, a junk shop and spend five minutes listening to a street musician sing Another love by Tom Odell, it was a beautiful rendition and I loved every second of it. I’m trekking back to the hotel when a teenage boy around fourteen or so bumps into me nearly knocking me down the floor. “Shit” I grab the wall me to stable myself and by the time I am back in my feet, I notice I’m missing my purse. I look around me and at the ground, thinking it might have fallen when the boy bumped into me but the ground is empty safe for a wrapper of a chocolate bar carelessly tossed. I turn around just in time to see the teenage boy that knocked into me round the corner with my white handbag in his fisted grip as he runs like the flash

Who knew I would confess my feelings to Roman on a suburban street in Connecticut eating barbecue kebab in a local food stand? Life sure is unpredictable. But even now, there is still one thing that troubles me. One thing that I need clarity on if not, we will soon be right back to where we were, fighting. And I don’t want that so I speak up. “Roman…” I start and I see him become more focused donning on a serious expression. “There is something that has bothered me and I haven’t told you about it” I close and toss the half eaten plate of kebab in the rubbish bin. It’s way past sunset now and we should be on our way to the hotel before curfew but I don’t need a reason to postphone this conversation I’m about to have with him. It is way too important. “Talk to me, Cookie” Roman urges me on. I nod before saying, “I’ve met your dad” Roman gives me a confused look at first, “Yeah… I assumed you could’ve on the night of my birthday party although it is sad that I wasn’t abl