I let out a sigh of relief when Lorenzo silently left my room. Although I immediately felt guilty, I'm more relieved that he was no longer near me because I might suddenly burst out and say something I will regret after. I sat up on my bed and quickly grabbed my phone. Dialing, Hans, I finally decided to just leave this place right now before I lose my sh*t together. “Hello?”“Book me a flight to Dubai,” I said straight away. There was a long pause from the other line and I'm pretty sure he was waiting for me to explain why I suddenly wanted to go to another place when I had intended to stay here as long as I can. However, I didn't want to explain anything to him, so he let out a sigh. “Okay. Anything else?” I looked at the door and pursed my lips. I know it would be futile but I still wanted to keep Lorenzo away from me as much as I could. “I don't want anyone else to know where I am going..” “Lorenzo is there?” I nodded although I knew he couldn't see me. “As always,” I said

I tried to open it again, but the chauffeur was too fast, he's already settled in the driver's seat and quickly locked the car. And in just a second, we're already hitting the mainroad. I could only watch Lorenzo's image getting smaller outside the window. I let out an exasperated sigh, but then I realized it was actually better than having him join me here going back to my hotel. I'm not sure if he knew my hotel room. Because if he did, that only means his connections were really something. I quickly straightened on my seat when the car stopped and saw that we're already in front of the hotel. I didn't wait for the chauffeur to open the door for me, so I hastily stepped out of the car right away. I heard a loud sigh of protest from the chauffeur, but I just completely ignored him. I crossed my arms as I waited for him to take all my stuff from the compartment without saying a word. He silently took the paper bags out and was about to go inside the hotel when I immediately stop

I clasped my hands over my chest as I stared at the closed door. The way Lorenzo said it felt like a curse that gave me chills down my spine. Shaking my head, I headed to the kitchen and drank a glass of water to calm my nerves.Why am I nervous? Lorenzo was not a man of his words and he probably only said it to threaten me. After taking a long bath, I decided to get my breakfast outside. However, as I just stepped out of my suite, I saw Damien walking to my direction with a big and bright smile.“Good morning, Miss Brianna,” he greeted enthusiastically as he hastened his pace. “I was just about to ask for your breakfast” Instantly, my brows knitted together, “May I know why?” “Mr. Rodriguez wants to treat you to a breakfast of your choice..” he answered while grinning boyishly. I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him lazily, “Did you tell him what I said last night?” I queried. The grin plastered on Damien’s face faltered, but he quickly changed his expression as he

Lorenzo was stuck with me after we ate breakfast. He insisted on taking me around which I couldn't decline since I didn't want to go back to the hotel and be pestered by Damien. I clicked my tongue. I don't know why I am so unlucky. Even if I was able to avoid Lorenzo and he didn't find me here, I still have no escape being pestered by his kind. I shook my head. “We’ll go shopping for your clothes first,” Lorenzo instructed as he tried to plan for our itinerary. “I’m done shopping,” I replied rather quickly.“It’s on me”I rolled my eyes, “So? If I want something, I will buy it with my own money” I heard the chauffeur clear his throat but either of us paid him attention.“What do you want to do then?” Lorenzo asked dotingly. I raised an eyebrow as the corner of my lips lifted, “I want to be alone” He didn't reply and just stared at me darkly. I didn't back down and stared back at him. Although my heart was thumping loudly as I looked straight into his eyes, I was determined t

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and was never shocked to see my puffy eyes. I cried the whole night. Regretting my hasty action, I cried for the loss of the last memorabilia of our love that's left on me. Never did I imagine I would grieve for some small thing that is usually just as insignificant for other people. But that's not the case for me. The folder that contains our pictures, however, was important to me. It was more like a treasure that I had been keeping for eight years and has a very sentimental value for me. It was the memory of my youth, of my happy days. Moreso, it was the only thing that reminded me that once upon a time, Lorenzo was in love with me.I sighed. It's a waste of time and energy to cry over the things that's already lost. Maybe it happened so that I can move on completely. I took a quick shower and went out to get some coffee and unwind. I put on light makeup and wore huge sunglasses to cover my puffy eyes. And just as I was about to open the