The people who seem the strongest are usually the most broken. I knew how hard it was to lose someone you love. When I looked into Pierre's face, my heart broke. Pierre held my hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. I wanted to break. But I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for both of us. I just held his hand in silence, offering the solace and comfort of knowing someone was with him. When we're looking for comfort, most of us don't look for someone to ask us what's wrong. We don't want sympathy, we don't want pity, we don't want regret. We don't want that constant "are you okay?" and most importantly, we don't want someone to give us false security. We seek comfort in simple physical contact. We just want reassurance that we have someone to support us and not someone who is going to question and judge us at our every move. And now I knew that was exactly what Pierre wanted. I couldn't ask him what was wrong, it was right in front of me. I couldn't tell you th
I shrugged. - I don't know. “Do you want to go see Adrian? He is waiting for you. - No. “I was surprised myself by how harsh that sounded. But it was true. I didn't want to see Adrian. He had to know that I wouldn't be there for him at the convenience, all the time. — Jennifer. Pierre sighed. “I don't want to see him. — I protested. “Why should I be at his disposal and called when he doesn't do the same for me? - He has a... - Job. I finished for him cautiously. “Tell me something new. You know, you're the supposedly successful gazillioniare, who owns hundreds of businesses, but I haven't seen you go to work like you're a junkie. Pierre raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. — Gazillioniare? I shook my head. “That's what people say about you. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to swallow them back. Shit. He shouldn't know this. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and a blush covered my cheeks. - People? Are you spying on me, Ms. Ki
— Venice? I swallowed hard. I looked at Pierre like he was crazy. Venice? "What's wrong with Venice?" Pierre asked, smiling. He knew exactly what was wrong and all he wanted to do was play. I looked at him. “Because Venice is right next door and your parents won't notice your son's girlfriend is gone and my birth parents won't think I ran away. I said, sarcasm seeping out of my voice. “You're thinking a lot, Jennifer. - Pierre muttered. I looked at him like anything else, too sunk in. 'And what are you going to tell Andreas?' You were going to take him to your apartment tomorrow. Pierre turned to me with a smile. “I already talked to Sister Berta about the arrangements, don't worry your pretty mind. I looked at Pierre's smiling face. "And what am I going to tell your parents?" That I disappeared into thin air for two days? I snapped, making him laugh. I hit his arm. — This is not funny, Pierre Lawrence! “I'll call Adrian and tell him that I'll take you to a plac
“We have to walk in Venice. Pierre said when we were in the car, driving from Marco Polo Airport. 'No car whatsoever?' Pierre shook his head.- No. - Wow. I muttered, looking out the window in awe. And so it was. At that moment I decided to put all the problems out of my mind, and just focus on the present. We. I looked down at our clasped hands, a smile forming on my face. “Let's check it out first. Pierre said as we walked through Venice. Venice was as beautiful as everyone said it was. The absence of cars and any other means of transport only added to its beauty in some way. The air was clear, people walking everywhere, and a smile spread across my face as I thought of the accident rate here. Zero, maybe. "Jennifer?" I looked at Pierre. - I am here. I looked at the big hotel in front of me. Antico Martini. There was a statue outside, which seemed to be the norm in most Italian places. The hotel had a very nice vibe. The interior was even more beautiful than
Some people always manage to surprise us with what they do. And I was more than surprised by what Pierre said. I was absolutely shocked, stunned. Pierre's eyes bored into mine, asking for answers. I wanted to say yes, but I had no idea when this shit was going to pass. “I don't know how long it will take for all of this to clear up. I whispered, hopelessness already sinking into my voice. “And I'll only be in Italy for five more days. Pierre smiled. “I said, man. I'll wait. And I'm surprised. - Astonished? “I live in London too, Jennifer. All my work runs from there. I almost spilled the wine I was drinking. - Are you serious? How did Adrian—” I let the thought hang. We both knew why. Adrian thought his brother would break my heart if we ever got involved. “Relax, Jennifer. Pierre smiled, feeling my inner turmoil, well, the turmoil. “I've been known to jump from woman to woman. And I don't blame my little brother for keeping her away. But I changed. You are th
Even though I was mentally smiling, I gave them both a cold look. "These bad manners... “Sorry, Jenny. Andreas said, making puppy dog eyes at me. I melted. - Do not apologize. I know Pierre forced you to do this. - Hey! Pierre protested, but when I turned to him, he muttered an apology. I smiled, sitting down at the table. Breakfast was fun. Andreas and Pierre continued to crack jokes and I was silent most of the time. I loved the relationship between them. They looked like father and son, in sync with each other. I was so mesmerized looking at them, I couldn't look away. "Jennifer?" Pierre's voice brought me back to reality. - Yea? “You looked lost for a minute. He looked confused. I had the sudden urge to kiss him. “No… nothing. - I bit my lip. - Just thinking. 'Thinking too much?' Pierre frowned. I shook my head at him. We left the hotel soon after, Pierre and I taking turns looking after Andreas. Andreas was the happiest boy in the world with the turn
— Jennifer! Adrian exclaimed, smiling as I walked through the door. I was still mad at him. Maybe I was being irrational, but I was still annoyed with him. - Hey. I smiled anyway, but a small smile. His brow furrowed. “Are you still mad at me? I'm sorry, Jenny. I shrugged. - He is well. Before he could say anything else, I heard Marie. I smiled at her as she pulled me into a hug. - Hey my dear! You left us without a word. Did you and Adrian have a fight? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “No Marie, none of that. There was an emergency at work. And I'm back now. I made a two-week promise to Adrian. Adrian looked away, embarrassed. “I'm going to take a shower now, if you don't mind. Marie smiled. “Oh no honey, go and get some rest. I'll call you when we go to serve dinner. I think Pierre can join us. I have to call you. Pierre's name sent a flutter to my heart. I was acting like a love-sick teenager. But I couldn't take it as a bad thing. I went to my r
I looked in total shock at the smiling face of Mr. Lawrence. I was beyond surprised. I was waiting for someone to start laughing and announce that this was a big joke. But nobody did. I swallowed hard, looking at Adrian. Adrian looked pale. All the color in his face had drained away, and he looked at me in fear. When his gaze locked on mine, he looked away, embarrassed. Without my consent, my eyes found Pierre. He looked murderous. As if someone had just told him that his company had been sabotaged or worse. His eyes met mine, his angry look on my face making me look away. I could recognize the look he was giving me. He looked at me with accusation and disbelief. “Uh…” My voice broke. - I can not! I'm not... My voice was shaking. Marie looked stunned by what I said, as did Shelly and Frederich. “You can't make a decision for her. Pierre finally spoke, his voice hard. "But they've known each other for years!" And they will become a couple. Marie pleaded, and I i