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Flamini parked his luxury car in front of his mansion. The handsome man got out of the car, got into the house.

"Good night, sir. Is your dinner ready now?", said one of the servants in the mansion respectfully.

"no need. I've eaten outside. Now I want to soak. No one bothers me", ketus Flamini up the stairs to the top floor where the room is.

Arriving in his room that nuanced dark blue and white, Flamini immediately lay down his body that is still complete with work clothes. He hasn't even opened his coat and shoes yet. Both of his hands were under his head. Both of them stared at the ceiling of the room.

"Shitts. Why is it that all day this girl's face filled my mind".

Flamini recalled how he was shocked to see the girl who hit him in the hospital that time suddenly standing in front of his private room. He remembered the face of the beautiful girl who had such beautiful eyes.

After leaving his office Flamini visits his friend Steven, the two spend time with Samuel in his office. But Flamini more daydreaming with his own mind, making both friends feel strange seeing Flamini's behavior.

"Flamini, why do you seem to have so many thoughts. Like a broken heart" Samuel.

"Yes. You were not focused and daydreamed a lot. Don't forget to take the couple to my wedding and Katty later. After all, your age is growing, do you still hold fast to the way you think, friend? Not committed to it?"

The words of his two friends rang in Flamini's ears.

Flamini massaged his forehead, then got up and opened the nightstand drawer to pick up a book. He stared at the sketchbook Anabelle had with him the day they collided. Flamini opened the cover, he picked up the business card Anabelle had given him at the time.

"Anabelle Patricia"

"A very talented girl". Flamini rubbed the business card, a glimpse of a smile on his handsome face.

"I'd better soak now. My head could break for a long time. Thinking of this unimportant thing" she said, standing towards her bathroom.

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An hour has passed..

"My body is fresher now" said Flamini, tying the bathrobe. Without changing the man's clothes out of his room down the floor, even the rest of the bath water still dripped on the end of his hair. "We see what snacks are down below" said Flamini down the stairs.

Because Flamini has his own rules. By the time he returned home, all the servants should be in their rooms. Flamini wants to have his own privacy. He did not like it when he was at home to see the waiter still working. And no one dared to protest with the rules applied by the man. Flamini also never once brought any woman to his house. No one.

Flamini was about to set foot again but again he heard the door open and then closed quickly

"Huh.. Who dares to defy my orders", he said.

Flamini decided to see who it was. He saw all corners of the room invisible to anyone. Then Flamini returned to the pantry. Getting into the pantry suddenly..

Bruckk

Flamini spontaneously gripped the strong arm of the person who hit his body from his left side. And close that body to the pantry door.

With a stern look Flamini stared intently at the woman before him, the bodies of the two were crimped. So the woman stared at Flamini unblinkingly.

"You! What are you doing in my house Anabelle? How did you get in? Have you always been this presumptuous, huh? Enter people's houses secretly, then walk around without permission who has? Do you think my office and my house are tourist attractions, you're free to roam, hem? Like this morning all of a sudden you're standing at that door, what exactly do you want?"

Anabelle stared at Flamini without blinking. "S-aya looking for the toilet sir. But no one was seen in this house. That's why I opened one by one the door" Anabelle said, pointing to the doors.

Flamini narrowed his eyes looking intently at the girl's plain face, with his eyelids twitching. Anabelle was seen still wearing work clothes this morning but her hair was curled at random. That sinless face was in stark contrast to her beautiful eyes, extremely adorable.

Anabelle felt her body shudder, standing so close to Flamini that she only used a bathrobe to cover her athletic body. His heart is beating fast. The fragrant male shampoo was so masculine. Anabelle took pains to swallow her own saliva. Anabelle's clear, unblinking bead stared at Flamini.

"Ehem". There was a sound of Sean Deheman who was already standing near the two.

"Sorry Mr. Flamini, Miss Anabelle came with me. He wants to meet sir. Want to say that Miss Verline still sent Miss Anabelle to work with you, because Miss Verline's parents died this afternoon and she had to be in Scotland for one week".

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