three months?" Rosette boldly

urt every time she saw the scattered books and papers on the floor and the box

d his glasses. He was only in his fifties, but he aged quickly. So

e months?

rest," she whined in a childish tone.

d, waist-length wavy hair. They had Italian blo

And why does it have to be for

to the province, to Mom's mater

as, so it wouldn't be obvious that she was going to Manila. She p

her wen

it for now. I'll just monitor things every now and

trusted her completely. Besides, she had already told

her jus

it. But your fiancé, does he know ab

removed from her heart.

to follow me. I want total peace of mind," she

iage. She wouldn't have agreed if it weren't for her desire not to hurt her father or jeopardize the family business. His family was one of their investors. She didn't like Ranier. He w

ut too much, especially now that we're close to bankru

father. "Pa," she said and

Group. We're now under the protection of a powerful family, and we won't go b

't know how I'll ever repay you. Ever since your mother passed

r father poured his time into the company and into raising them. She, too,

r brother, was 24. The Valentino family lived a simple, normal life. They

s, and Rosario owned several restaurants and cafés. She loved one of Rosario's cafés in Manila an

ld temporarily stay at the house of Tia Razon - one of their former housemaids. She would make up an excuse that she'd hang out i

currently walking along the sidewalk, dragging her large luggage behind her. She was looking for a taxi to take her to Tia's house in Quezo

favorite K-pop group Enhypen - rang. She stopped walking.

Rosè answered. "What the heck are you doing? You're disappearing for

y. Cristina was ranting like a chicken again. Her bes

I'm not sick. I just want to rest,

king things hard for you?" Cristina a

ng, and you're not a burden. I just really want to rest for a while. Please bear with m

out you. But whatever your

si

sè?" Cristina asked wh

dying, Cris. I'll call you later,

sweets - especially strawberry shortcake. She couldn't take her eyes off the desserts on display. Sh

red to herself, hugging her face with h

erry shortcake and-" she beg

ke, please," said a man behind her in

owed. She was annoyed - he was t

Get out of my

d and gla

d mid-sentence when she saw his angelic, hand

e said coldly, with a hint

What the hell... he's an evil angel in disg

at cake first, so you have no

you can do. How long do you plan to stand there? Don't

throwing their weight around just because

tered as she looked him up and down, th

e instead?" she said to the salesgirl. The g

ing to the counter to pick up the cake. Her eyes instinctively

allowe

ed that bastard was