My Beloved Turns out to be Young Master

Be Mine Again!

Now we're on our way home. Yes, me and Max. Today when we got home at a normal hour, Max took home his unfinished work to be able to come home with me. He said he felt very guilty because he had been busy for a few days and rarely spent time with me. We also stopped by to eat.

We have arrived and now Max is at the door of his room.

"If you want to go to the room, yes, the door is not locked. Don't forget to bring your hard drive, the movie that was saved there yesterday." We promised to watch it together in my room tonight.

"Yes dear," he said as he pinched the second squash of my cheeks with a smile.

"Keep it later do not make me surprised yes fit in," I said again. You see Max likes nyelonong aja, he if entered without a sound. I often jump in shock because he likes to appear suddenly.

"I came in, wanted to finish the job first. I'll be up later if it's done," said Max, kissing my cheek.

"Okay," I replied briefly. I let him in first before I go up one more floor to my room.

I screamed in shock as soon as I entered the room.

My room is full of flower petals. There were red roses and white roses scattered all over the floor. On top of my bed was another large bouquet of red roses next to a black velvet box with a paper saying :

Be mine again! The malinda!

Jacob, can't you stop doing this?

Can't you just give up and accept the fact that I'm with someone else now.

I hurriedly cleared this up, before Max came and saw it.

Jacob had various ways of getting into this place. He can do anything. He's used to getting what he wants.

Half an hour I could clean all the roses. In total there were two large plastic bags of trash I put in the corner of the room.

My phone rang, there was no caller's name, only numbers lined up on the screen.

I finally forced him to lift it, for fear that something might be important.

''Hallo, who is this?" I don't like to talk stale.

"Did you like it?'' I know this voice, I know it very well.

''Jacob! Please stop this. Don't send these flowers anymore, I don't like them and don't send people to enter my room so carelessly!" I'm upset by this action. I prefer bank interest compared to flowers that will wither in a few days.

"Do you like the ring?"

The ring? I forgot I haven't opened the black velvet box. I was too busy cleaning the flowers.

I opened the box and saw the contents. A ring with an oval-shaped top that contains a sprinkling of diamonds on it.

"Jacob! Please stop doing this. Tomorrow I'll give you the ring back."

"Not to be returned, you can throw it away if you don't like it. We are used to throwing things away easily. Like you used to throw me away." His words struck my heart. Every time we argued he was always repeating those words, like intentionally making my guilt even greater for him.

I hurriedly turned off the phone. I don't want to talk about that anymore. Not that I explained everything this morning, but why he's still talking about it again. I was upset.

I turned off my phone, I connected it to the charger cord, and then I left it in the room.

O silent raiders leave behind a trace of your existence!!!

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