Trisha opened the door and found two suitcases sitting outside, still with luggage tags attached to them. Some big bold letters stood out on the tags: LHR and HKG. Trisha recognized the airport codes: these two suitcases belonged to someone that had arrived from London.
Trisha turned and looked at Oliver as he stepped in front of her, grabbed the suitcases and started rolling them into the apartment.
"Are these yours?" she asked in surprise. What were they doing here?
Oliver smiled proudly and nodded his head, "Since I'm staying here, of course, I need my things."
There was no end to this man's shamelessness.
"My father approves of us and my mother isn't against us being together," he said. He then wrapped an arm around Trisha's waist and stared lovingly into her eyes. "You have no reason to run away from me anymore."
