Chap 12

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Y/n POV :
When my alarm went off, I had a hard time getting up because I barely slept all night. I managed to get up and took a cold shower to wake up, then I got dressed and made breakfast. I hurried out of the kitchen to avoid running into Lizzie, I headed to the garden to cut the lawn and the hedges and since the yard is so big it should keep me busy all day so I don't run into Lizzie.
"I really need to call Andrew and Chris, I need their opinions on what happened last night" I think.

Lizzie POV:
When I woke up my sisters were gone but they had left me a note on the bedside table saying they were going to a meeting for their clothing brand and would be back later in the afternoon. The fact that nobody is at home today except Y/n bothers me because after what happened last night, I don't want to see her. I leave to take a shower, get dressed, grab my keys and drive to a café to have breakfast. Arrived at the café, I put sunglasses and a cap to avoid being attacked by the paparazzi. I enter the café and go to the counter, order and sit down. I put myself in a corner far enough from the passage to not be recognized. 10 minutes later, the waitress brings me my coffee with the waffles I ordered.

"Here's your order" she tells me with a warm smile
"Thank you very much" I reply with a smile
"By the way I know who you are but don't worry, I'll make sure that no one comes to disturb you" she says
"Oh uh thank you, it's very nice" I answer slightly embarrassed
"Non problem and enjoy your meal" she answers and leaves.

The waitress was right I was not disturbed once while I was eating which was very pleasant. Once I finished my coffee, I put my glasses and my cap back on, while opening the door of the café to go out I accidentally ran into a man and knocked him down.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are tou okay ?" I ask in panic
"Yes don't worry. And you ?" he replies
"Yes, well you shouldn't ask that since you were the one who ended up on the floor" I retort.

When he got up, I could better distinguish what he looked like and he is rather pretty. He has short black hair mixed with his beard and beautiful brown eyes. I stand and stare at him for a few seconds before he speaks up.

"I know we've only just met but would you like to go for a drink one night ?" he offers
"Yes, I'd love to. By the way what's your name ?"
"Robbie and you ?" he answers
"Elizabeth, here is my number to set up a date for that drink" I say holding up the paper I wrote my number on
"Thanks, nice cap by the way. See you soon Elizabeth" he says before going into the café.

This sentence makes me blush so I quickly went to my car and drove towards home. When I arrived home I saw Y/n in the garden cutting the hedge. I am on the terrace reading a book while sipping a glass of champagne with the sound of birds in the background which is very shooting.

"Elizabeth" Y/n shouts to me from the garden.

Of course, my tranquility must be disturbed by Y/n. I get up without much will to see what she wants.

"What ?" I ask with my head bent over the railing
"Do you have any disinfectant" she asks
"Yes, I'll get it for you" I say bored.

A few minutes later, I'm in front of Y/n to give her this stupid disinfectant because this idiot cut herself with brambles. I swear it's like fate is doing everything to get us close to each other.

"Here is your disinfectant" I say while raising my eyes to the sky
"Thanks" she answers me with a dry tone.

Then I went back up on the terrace to continue my reading.

Y/n POV :
Well, I didn't want to see Lizzie during the day but it's all missed because of these fucking brambles. Frankly I wonder why even when I don't want to see her I see her it's incomprehensible. I put some disinfectant on my wound then I went back to work. Around 1:00pm I went to eat and then I went to the list of tasks that Mr. Olsen had given me before leaving on a trip with Ms.Olsen for 2 weeks and I realized that I had done everything which leaves me the afternoon free. Since it's Friday, I decided to take my stuff home and go surfing. Once my stuff in the car, I go up on the terrace.

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