#Chapter155
---Past
Rose Hastington
2 weeks later..
I sighed deeply as I walked out from my house. Again and again roses.. Max never stop sending roses, get me lunch, sending me texts and even try to call me but of course I never answer any of them.
Today I'm going back to New York because my dad's birthday today and he's throwing a big party. I don't understand that old man, he’s hitting 60 but still throwing a party.
I took a taxi to go to the train station to London and then go to the airport. Suddenly I felt nervous to think about the idea getting back to New York.
I don't know why?
I plugged my earphone and listened to music. I got to the airport in no time. My eyes caught someone after I checked in my luggage and I walked faster towards him. I poked the guy and he turned to me.
/"Well.. nice to see you here besides New York./" He chuckled and I hugged him briefly.
/"How's Angel?/" I asked.
