Exes' Baggage And More

Chapter Seventeen

Andrew was still in his car when he saw some people from St. Haven just got out of the elevator. He recognized Editor Gil and Editor Liam. But the remaining five people, he had never seen them. However, he firmly believed that they must be St. Haven's staff.

He watched them enter the car.

Two people got into a black SUV, four others got into a white Ford – some of them even looked drunk – and another in a red car. He let out a short breath. It's only been three days that Macy hasn't come to work. However, it seemed that she couldn't hold himself back any longer.

Andrew glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard of his car. It's eleven fifty-six in the morning. He sighed in frustration.

She again ignored the doctor's advice. Andrew honestly doesn't know what he should do with the woman.

After confirming all the staff of St. Haven had left the parking basement, Andrew grabbed his laptop bag and climbed out. This is his first time writing outside his studio. Almost all of the writing deadlines are messed up because he has to help Macy for a few days – that's also his responsibility. With a bit of compulsion, Andrew must catch up with time if he doesn't want to make a new deadline.

His steps led him into the building and towards the elevator.

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Andrew leaned against the door of his apartment unit with one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding the laptop bag. His gaze focused on the door of apartment unit 1504, contemplating something.

He thinks that whatever Macy is doing is her right. It's her life and he can't control it arbitrarily.

After all, they are not related. They are just bound by a contract as a Writer and an Editor. They just met because of a job and coincidentally became neighbors. Never more than that.

They weren't even friends.

Can't we be friends? I even once... oh, shut up, Andrew Coangco! Don't even go there.

Slowly, he took a deep breath. Then he straightened himself and walked two steps towards the door of the unit in front of him. He took his hand out of his pocket and was about to enter the door code number when he hesitated.

"Andrew Coangco, even though you know the door code, it doesn't mean you can enter as you wish without permission," he berated himself.

Then he pressed the doorbell. For a long time, he waited but got no response. His brow furrowed and he pressed the bell again.

He still got no response.

"Could it be that she fell asleep right away?"

Andrew sighed again then turned to his unit. However, something was holding him back. He glanced back at the woman's apartment unit. Oh, how could he have to give up his writing deadline again? Andrew slightly banged his head on the door of his unit before he turned around, entered the code number and slowly opened the door.

He took off his shoes in the foyer.

"Macy..."

Again, he did not hear a response from the owner of the apartment. Andrew's footsteps led him into the living room where he saw there were so many piles of documents as well as several cans of drinks – beer and soju.

"Ha..." he then put his laptop on the sofa and realized that the balcony window was open. He

thought that maybe Macy was there.