At 10 a.m., Irina was sunbathing on a lounge chair on the terrace in front of her room. The girl had just finished exercising so she was only wearing women's sportswear which was so tight that it exposed her belly to her waist. In silence, she thought of Ferdinand who was already in Los Angeles, maybe even stalking her a lot.
"That means he didn't choose Katherine," she said worriedly. "but that doesn't mean I have to go back to him... He's disgusting!"
tin tin...
The sound of the horn caught her attention. Irina immediately sat down, then got up and walked towards the guardrail. She saw a black sports car pull into the driveway, and of course, she knew it was Richard's car. she suddenly felt sad, imagining if she married that man, maybe she would drift a lot in that sports car, and even get other luxuries. But the rice had become mush, she couldn't turn it anymore.
