- It is clear. he said, a little forcefully. “I had business, so I stayed at the hotel. I don't know where Adrian is…Jennifer too, mama…Yes, I'll call him and let him know if I know…Yes, mama…" Then his expression changed to horrified, which seemed a little comical. — I love you troppo, mama. As soon as Pierre cut the call, Adrian started laughing. Pierre looked at him, and I bit my lip and cheeks to keep from laughing too. The horrified look on Pierre's face was very funny. A laugh burst from my lips unintentionally and Pierre turned his penetrating gaze on me. His face went from stoic to smooth in a millisecond, taking me by surprise. “What happened then? - Pierre asked. Jenny asked her parents. Adrian answered for me. “Actually, she confronted them. And her parents told her that everything Frederich was saying was true. They were unable to have children and most of the adoptions they tried failed. When they were about to give up hope, the Harrisons entered the game. They just wan

Pierre's past? I looked at Adrian curiously, waiting for him to say something. Anything. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Pierre's past. I was wondering. - AND? “I requested when he refused to say anything. We got in the car and Adrian started driving while I waited for answers. Adrian shot me an irritated look at my insistence. “I can't tell you, Jenny. Pierre would kill me if he knew. I shook my head. We drove in silence until Adrian spoke again. "So... You know Dylan, right?" I raised my eyebrows. “Yes, he works across from my cafe. What about him? - He is gay. - Adrian stated. - I know. I replied quickly, not knowing where this was going. “And…” Adrian stopped before continuing. “He asked me out. He finished quietly. - Which? Adrian took a deep breath before repeating the phrase. Louder this time. “He asked me out. Oh my. Other? - Which?! I exclaimed, surprised. 'How did he know?' Since Adrian said he was gay, he was the one who usually asked guys out. T

Insomnia? I looked at Pierre in shock, swallowing. I was speechless. What do you say when someone tells you they have insomnia? Laughing at him wasn't really an option, nor was asking if he was okay, I guess. “Uh…” I stuttered. - I need to go. Without waiting for him to respond, I fled to the bedroom. I was a coward, I know that, but I wouldn't be able to say anything. And I was an expert at getting away. The first thing I did when I got to mine was grab my laptop and type insomnia into the search box. “Insomnia is a sleep disorder where there is an inability to fall asleep or stay asleep for a long time. While the term is sometimes used to describe a disorder demonstrated by polysomnographic evidence of disturbed sleep, this sleep disorder is often practically defined as a positive response..." “You could have just asked me to tell you what insomnia is. I jumped when I heard Pierre's voice behind me. I turned around with my hand over my heart, and looked at him, stunned. Damn i

Pierre looked at me, stunned. - Are you sure? I shook my head. “I can't let anything happen to them, they're my parents. Pierre gently wiped away the tears and kissed my forehead. “Are you doing this just because of the threats, Jennifer? Don't let them get to you. “Can't you see what's going on here? “I almost yelled at him. “I don't want to become a stupid heiress just because I was born to them. I don't want the damn money! But they own one of the biggest companies in England and Frederich has been named lord! If he says he's going to destroy my parents, he will! By the end of my speech, I was exhausted and sobbing. Pierre didn't say anything, pulling me into his arms and letting me cry. Most. Suddenly he stood up with me still in his arms. He set me down, my hands instantly reaching out to touch his arms because I felt my feet shaky. “Go clean up, we're going out. I grimaced. - Where? Pierre gave me a dark look. “Just go get cleaned up, Jennifer. And don't w

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