CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

- ACE -

I am sitting on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through channels on the TV uninterestedly. My house has always been quiet but all of a sudden it seems too quiet.

Way too quiet and I don't need to wonder why that is. My throat creased. I miss her. I never thought I would but I do. Heck, I miss annoying her. I miss her reactions to my shitty behaviour towards her. I always thought that if something bad happened to her I wouldn't care but I was wrong. So damn wrong.

Someone walks to my side but I didn't turn to look at who. I already know who it is. It's Rebecca. Ever since that night I arrived home drunken, I've left her in charge of my meals. "Young master, your meal is ready." She said.

"I'm not hungry." I responded without sparing her a gaze, still flipping through channels with a bored look on my face. I lost appetite two weeks ago. The only reason why I even eat these days is because of Isabel. That woman has done more than she is paid to do. I appreciate that.

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