SUMMER LOVE | CHAENNIE VERSION

CHAPTER 18

ROSEANNO POV

I just finished my photo session for 6 missed calls from dumpling and chats.

Jennie
Rosie, where are you?

Jennie
Are you busy?

Jennie
Why don't you answer your damn phone?

I forgot to tell her that I had photo session today. By the way, it's two weeks since I went back to LA and we are very well, except her possessive manners. But I'm okay with it, I mean I'm trying to fit it. I immediately call her. She answers my call in first ring.

"Hello," she said in flat tone.

"Hi dumpling, I'm sorry, I was---"

"Why did you call me? I thought you are so busy," she said it with her sarcastic tone.

"Hey, listen to me first, love. I'm sorry. I had photo session and I forgot to tell you this morning because I was in hurry."

"What else did you forget? Did you forget you have girlfriend?"

Wow, this is going to be a war.

"Dumpling, please understand, I'm working."

"Yes, I know it well. You are working with several beautiful women so you forgot about me."

Good. They are some models but I swear to God I didn't do anything, I didn't flirt or else.

"Uh, my jealousy dumpling, I didn't do anything. It's just work, I need to earn money to visit you, right?" I tried to sooth the atmosphere.

"I never ask you to visit me and don't call me jealousy dumpling!"

"Okay, cute dumpling? My love? My darling?"

"STOP BEING ANNOYING, ROSEANNO!"

She ended the call. What is my fault? Okay, my fault is I forgot to tell her I had photo shoot and didn't answer her calls. Time to let her be alone. We will talk later.

I will start to work at my office. The first time to do is transfer the photos and the second thing is editing this photo. Wait, what is the first thing? Yes, Jennie, oh I mean photo. Dammit, I can't focus. Well, I will call her again.

"What?"

This dumpling is so fierce, I think she is a mutation between cat with dumpling cheeks and pit bull, but still cute, how can?

"I can't work."

"So?"

"I'm sorry, please?"

Jennie is silent. Please say yes, you shorty dumpling!

"Please, baby? I'm sorry?"

She keeps silent, does she still alive there? Ouch, I hear a soft sniffled on the other line.

"Hey, don't cry baby! Look, J. I'm sorry, I don't mean it."

"Rosie"

Thanks God, finally she answered me.

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever do it again. I don't like it, I'm worry."

And jealous, admit it, dumpling.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Are we good now?"

"Yes."

"Smile, then."