Tell Me Now,Are We Real?

ith a password she knew too well. She went inside and locked the door behind her. Just as she took off her coat a

s the famous Henry Allen, the son of the richest man in the country. He's the sole heir to the giga

ow and gratitude. The dining room looked nothing like it usually did. On the table, bouquets of fresh

of strawberries layered like petals on top. A single silver fork rested beside it, as if waiting for a shared bi

len's vacation houses, few hours drive from the city, private, secluded, and suitable fo

and legs after a two-hour drive. She then grabbed her phone and

there. She grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on. Flipping between channels, until she stopped in an old romance movie. She let a sig

o fly to other country. She completely understood that Henry had to bear a lot things as the CEO of Allen Group. But tonight she felt tired, hiding and l

dawn already. She yawned repeatedly and stared back to the TV. She thought maybe Henry co

wly sent Andrea to sleep. The TV was still on, the dialogue blurred into static. Words b

heek, rubbing it several times. "Henry?" she opened her eyes to find a face she's been waiting

s, I don't know what must I do to expre