Chapter 142 Carina

• It's almost nine and I'm roaming around the house aimlessly because I can't sleep. For some reason, my nerves are too wound up to let me settle down. Who am I kidding? It's that bastard. Knowing he's here and planning on wooing me, as Marco put it, is driving me insane. Is he the one who's been sending me flowers?
• Where is he? Why was he here that day? And screw Marco. Why the fuck would he tell me that? Anyone in his position would do everything they could to keep me from finding out. Why did he tell me? How does he even know that? Are they in contact or is he spying on him?
• I'm scared of his presence. I'm scared that his presence will thaw the ice around my heart because it was already melting before I knew he was here. I'm so scared I'll forgive him and fall into his arms as if nothing happened. If I'm honest with myself, I will admit that I miss him. I miss the way he bulldozed himself into my life, the way he still came back to me even when I almost ruined his business. I miss his touch, his mouth on my breast as he rocks into me... I kick the table and then yelp in pain. Damn it, why am I so weak? I hate him. Don't I? Sitting down, I lay everything on the table.