CHAPTER 17

　　In fact, I was almost sleeping in his room. I don't know why we are like this. .We used to cuddle, he used to kiss me and we're texting like lovers.

　　But I don't want to conclude anything. I just let what happens. Goes with the flow of life.

　　To Marco:

　　Thanks. Okay! I cooked for us! You know simple celebration.

　　A few more hours passed. And at eight o'clock I didn't know why I fell asleep on the sofa! I looked at the food untouched. Marco still can't go home? I thought he was going home? I looked at the door when the doorbell rang. So I immediately approached it and prepared my smile. I arranged what I am 'wearing. A gray dress I had bought earlier at a cheap price.

　　When I opened it, my smile immediately faded because it wasn't Marco. Shit! Yes, he's the owner, he shouldn't have rang the door bell, right?

　　And here. .She's the girl in the magazine! She's also the one at the bar with Marco! I was immediately nervous that she could figure out why I was here.