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Richard's POV

Having pulled her into my hands, I felt her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace as I tried to figure out how I got here.

I never had the intention of getting intimate with Vanessa.

It's just a hug, chill out big man

I gently removed her from my body and held her face up to wipe off her tears with the back of my hand.

I led her to one of the sofas facing her kitchen directly and sat her down there. Kneeling before her, I looked up to her face and smiled at her. I could swear something happened to me when she smiled back. I just can't explain the feelings.

"Why didn't you told me my mom invited you to her restaurant?" I went into the kitchen to fix her something to eat.

"It doesn't matter, it happened a long time ago" she replied curtly

"Yeah, like I'm the 80s right" she only smiled and gave me a weird look. "What are you doing?" She asked when she saw me cutting some of the vegetables.

"Cooking "I said ignoring her

"I'm not hungry"