CHAPTER 8

When Ryzel returned from the restroom, Iven was gone. She was not surprised by that. Throughout that weekend, he did nothing but avoid her. And tonight was no exception.

Aren't you tired of running away

from me, Iven?

She smiled bitterly. maybe she was more right to ask that. Isn't she tired of chasing after it.

There was something about him that drew her to him.

She wondered for a moment whether it was going to happen or not. But her desire to be with him prevailed on their last night in Boracay.

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She was already across from Iven and James' cottage. She erased the idea of ​​just retreating.

she stepped closer to the door of the Octagonal cottage. She could hear music coming from inside so she made sure Iven was there.

She knocked on the door. she waited a few seconds before it opened.

He frowned when he saw her

"What are you doing here?

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When he saw Ryzel outside the door, he already knew it would be hard for him to drive it away at that moment.

the sea wind blows its hair, something that makes it even more beautiful. Innocence radiating from her.

Damn alcoho! How can he say that she is still innocent when it seems that it is normal for her to sue him?

Unbeknownst to him, it had already penetrated inside. one thing he notice about her, she moved in regal fashion.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked when he saw the front of it sitting on the couch there.

"Sitting?"

The wind blew her away. This woman was impossible. "Go back to the party. You're not welcome here," he said

"Why not?"

"Go away, Ryzel."

It met his gaze.

"Tell me, Iven. Why do you look so tense right now? You're not your usual calm self. You're still rude though."

"You are imagining things,"

"Am I?" It stood up.

He watched her as she walked towards him.

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A part of her mind that says she should not stay there. But the shouts of the part saying she would stay there were louder.

He is still holding a glass. She knew before he left the beach party he had been drinking. meaning it is possibly drunk.

She nodded so that their faces were even.

"I-I didn't catch your last name, Iven.

There was a drawing of joy on its handsome face.

She wanted to know some vital information about him.

"Iven Gallos," it replied

"Your address?"

"Ayala Alabang," he replied "What is this, job interview? What is your next question, my credentials?"

She got his point.

"Y-you can tell me to walk away now, Iven," For no apparent reason, she was suddenly nervous.

his answer to her question added to her encourgement.

She did not naïve to not predict what might happen to them. She reminded herself that she took a big step to make that happen. just in case, she has no one else to blame but himself.

Are you still retreating, Ryzel

Madrigal?