Chapter 110

• LUCA'S POV
• Why is West trying to make me look like the bad person that I'm not? This is fucking business; there's no friends or family, or a girl he has barely known for two days. We came to Indonesia for a reason: work and not love. I'm fucking pissed at him right now; to think that he just threw everything we have suffered for so long into the mud without any remorse is so low of him; I'm fucking disappointed.
• The door to my study slides open, and my beautiful eyerna walks in. "I thought I overheard West... I saw him driving in." She asks, seeking quite unsure.