The Continent of Europe

Chapter 44's

...CHAPTRE 44...

...THE FAMILY IS HOME...

In the morning, Rosaline's eyes blinked several times as they opened, adjusting to the sudden light hitting her eyes. She sat on her bed, sleepy, her hair disheveled and her lips pouted as she rubbed her eyes before opening clearly.

"Oh, are you awake? Good morning, the princess slept," James teased, as the man walked into the room after coming from the bathroom, walked around the table and stopped in front of her.

Rosaline looked up, her brows furrowed as she looked at the trivial look in the man's eyes. "What's? Is there something on my face? Am I drooling or am I talking while I'm sleeping?" She boasted, rolling her eyes lazily as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"No, actually, but there's a pillow on your left cheek." James pointed at his own left cheek with his index finger, grinning happily at the sight of the pink hue that suddenly appeared on the little face of the girl.

"By the way how did you sleep last night, princess? Looks really good, doesn't it? As you sleep, you don't hear your own alarm sound as big as the horn of the ship?"

The pink hue on Rosaline's face instantly turned deep red. The heat instantly slipped around her cheeks as the girl felt a deep sense of shame from the blond man's words in front of her.

Oh God. This was the reason why Rosaline always asked Reagan or Daniel to wake her up. Every time he sets the alarm. The alarm always goes off and the girl never wakes up.

"Now I know why you're always late for the office. You should check your ears, I'm afraid there's something wrong in them that makes you not hear anything while sleeping."

Rosaline knew her words just now were not advice or praise, but rather ridiculing words. He could only shake his head, letting out a shy laugh as he turned his head towards the man just to witness his grin.

"Now you know about my condition when I sleep, so have mercy on me. Let me go late to the office, don't get mad—"

"Silent. You want me to take you to your professor, huh? Come on time to the office or I'll tell your professor about this."

Rosaline pursed her lips, rolling her eyes as she stopped at the front bathroom door. "Shut up, Adler! I promise I won't late, so shut up and don't say anything to my professor!"

James shrugged his shoulders. "It's up to you, Smith. If you're late at least 30 minutes after I arrive, I'll tell your professor about this. I'll let her know that you're not serious about this project."

"30? Is that true?!" Rosaline shock's.

"Is there a problem with that?" James raised his eyebrows.

"of course! How could I have come 30 minutes before you came, huh? You don't think traffic is jammed, huh? And again I get on the bus, I have to catch it first!"

"Wake up earlier than usual, you fool. With that you won't be late."

Rosaline groaned in annoyance. He stomped his foot into the bathroom, left the man alone in the room and slammed the door.

"If you're done with your activities in there, go out and meet me in the dining room. We'll have breakfast!"

The man shouted, making Rosaline unwillingly turn her emerald eyeballs and shouted 'yes' in response.

After ten minutes passed, Rosaline came out of the bathroom. He looked around, looking for James before recalling his words to meet him in the dining room after he finished bathing.

Hastily not wanting to make the man wait for her any longer, Rosaline rushed to the dining room located on the first floor, meeting James who was already sitting quietly at his desk.

Rosaline nodded. It took quite a long time for the girl to decide what she wanted to eat for breakfast, before she finally concluded to order hot chocolate milk as well as toast.

"After this we return, I don't care what exactly the old man wanted to say yesterday."

"No, we should tell him first. Be polite, Adler. Did your family never teach you about manners?"

James laughing. "A gesture? Don't talk about manners with me, Smith. I'm sure my family is a hundred percent stricter about manners than your family. So shut your mouth. Don't compare me to you."

"Yes, I'm a lowlife and you're the golden money. We are separated by kas—"

"Fuck the caste in this world, damn it. I don't care."

Rosaline looked at the man's face, looking at the expression on his face as she talked about her family. What kind of family situation did the blond man feel?

Rosaline was eager to ask about her family, but she had no idea how complicated humans were. James gets angry whenever they talk about his family, but— well is up. This is not Rosaline's business.

After breakfast, as Rosaline said, they went to Mr. Allen told him they were going back to London.

"Thank you for the solution yesterday, Mr. Adler and Ms. Rosalyn. I hope the project delay is approved by Ms. Oliver and the project managers at your college. Have a nice day."

By train, they're back. Rosaline threw her gaze at the window, looking at the scenery outside. He leaned against the window frame, occasionally stealing glances towards James who was now closing his eyes with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

The man fell asleep and Rosaline was inevitably captivated by the pointed curves on her face. His long eyelashes are also pliable, not to mention the nose that is typical of Europeans. It seems, everything created for the man is the definition of the word perfect.

Rosaline turned her eyes back to the feeling she had been watching the man for too long. He placed his palm under his chin, as a backrest. A tired sigh slipped out of his small mouth.

"Family. A home where you can decide who you want to be."

Both of his parents died in the incident. And by the time that happened, it was only Reagan that Rosaline had after they died.

Then Julian came into their lives.

Originally, he was a stranger to Rosaline and Reagan. But Julian became more of a stranger as time passed. He became family. As a father figure that they should get during their lives. But the incident took everything.

"I have to ask Reggie about our destination for London. I wonder if he still remembers? I want to know what Julian's hiding about this country, especially about my parents. I feel like he's hiding something. And I want to find the truth—"

Rosaline freezes. Suddenly his eyes were filled with terror, as if he had just witnessed a serial murder. Slowly, he turned his head, facing his shoulder where the head lay peacefully there.

A few strands of blond hair from the head touched his nose, rubbed it gently and gave a tingly sensation on his nose.

"Ad—adler?" But the blond man did not wake up.

There was absolutely no sign of him waking up from his quiet sleep even though Rosaline had already shaken her shoulders. The weight of the man immediately leaned against Rosaline's tiny body, inevitably squeezing Rosaline into the wall of the carriage.

With a feeling of awkwardness and fear and a rapid pounding on his chest, Rosaline let the man lean on his shoulder. Let, he thought. What will happen after he wakes up let it happen.