Exes' Baggage And More

Chapter Forty One

Macy woke up when she felt a breath on her shoulder. She squirmed a little and blinked a few times. And when she turned to the other side, she gasped. Andrew fell asleep beside her on his stomach. Again. Oh, she didn't forget what happened last night. But she only thought that the man would immediately return to his unit. And instead of sleeping by Ken's side for the second time.

Macy sighed. Then she slightly lifted the blanket and saw that her clothes had changed. Currently she only wears a plain shirt and shorts. Well, at least Andrew didn't let her sleep

naked.

Again, she turned to Andrew who was still fast asleep. The sun still hasn't shown itself perfectly, but Macy has to get ready to go to the office. Slightly changing her body position, she watched Andrew's face carefully.

Slowly her hand reached out and gently touched the writer's black mane. With small movements, her hand stroked gently. Without realizing it, Andrew gave a smile. She blinked a few times and noticed that the man was starting to wake up.

Andrew's eyes slowly opened and looked at her closely. "Good morning..."

Macy didn't say a word. However, she approached him and kissed the corner of the writer's lips. This made Andrew speechless in surprise. But he smiled again. Then, Andrew pulled Macy's body into his arms.

Andrew laid his head on Macy's shoulder with his hands still hugging the editor's body tightly. Macy kissed his head gently with her hand gently rubbing the man's back.

"Good morning, indeed," Macy muttered.

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Macy wore a watch on her wrist as she entered the kitchen area and saw Andrew who was preparing breakfast. This wasn't the first time they had breakfast together, but it was a different situation. Especially when Andrew was still wearing yesterday's clothes and only washed his face and brushed his teeth – using her toothbrush because the editor didn't have a spare toothbrush. Hell, Andrew could actually go back to his unit to shower and change clothes, but the man refused. Saying it's a waste of time.

Macy saw a few pieces of French toast on the plate, some bacon and sausage. The man was pouring orange juice into two glasses. Andrew smiled as she sat on one of the chairs and took a piece of French toast and took a bite.

"What time is your meeting?" Andrew asked while placing the glass of juice in front of her. Then he sat on the chair opposite to her. "I'll take you to the office."

"Nine o'clock. And you don't have to drive me. I can go by taxi," Macy said with her mouth full of food.

Andrew sipped the juice slowly. "I brought you home last night, Macy. It's my fault for forcing you to leave your car at St. Haven, isn't it?"

Macy looked at the man closely. "You admit it."

Andrew just smirked as he took a big sausage and cut it into small pieces before putting it in his mouth. "I have good reason not to let you drive home by yourself."

Macy just glared. She finished one slice of bread and then took another slice. "No need, Andrew. I'll just go by taxi. You also have to go to the studio, don't you? If you're late, David will surely look for you."

"Tch. He's not that worried about me. After all, since my writing is finished, I'm a bit free."

One of her eyebrows rose. "Your new novel is finished? That fast?"

"Just getting inspiration so smoothly," said the man with a grin.

Macy was silent for a moment. She took a small bite of her bread before speaking again. "Does that mean you'll be moving again soon? Because you always move to another country after your new novel is finished, right?"

It's not confirmed yet. David said it's still too soon, after all, my novel promotion here hasn't even started yet. But I've told him to find a place that is a little quiet. I will be on hiatus for a while," said Andrew.

Macy felt gloomy all of a sudden. She didn't even finish her bread. After sipping half the juice prepared by the man, she got up. Andrew looked at her in confusion.

"You didn't finish your breakfast?"

"I'll be late if I don't leave now. When you're done, just leave it in the sink. I'll clean it up later. Oh yeah, make sure the door is locked before you leave, okay?"

And without hearing the man's response, Macy rushed into the living room to get her bag and walked out of her apartment unit. Leaving Andrew who just sat alone at the dining table with a lot of breakfast.

"Did I make a mistake?"

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David frowned when Andrew handed him a food box containing a few slices of French toast, bacon and sausage. The agent then looked at the man who was sitting at his desk and turned on the laptop.

"You made breakfast?" asked David.

Andrew mumbled softly. "I made too many. It would be a shame to just throw it away."

"But French toast?"

Andrew mumbled again. His eyes were still focused on the laptop screen.

"You only made French toast for your mother, Andrew. And you never share it with anyone. Not even for yourself. You said that it was a special recipe for your mother only. Why are you making this now?"

David's words woke Andrew. He lifted his head and looked at his cousin who was still holding the food box. Shit, that's totally unthinkable. When he saw the bread and some ingredients in Macy's refrigerator, he spontaneously made the French toast.

"Andrew...? Are you okay? Lately, it seems a lot of your habits have changed. And every time I ask, you always ignore it. Including when I asked you about Editor Cruz."

Heck, at first, he didn't notice it at all. But these days, Andrew has always shown a change in his habits and attitude which is very contradictory. And the man would just reason out that it spontaneously just popped up. And he acted like it wasn't a big deal.

But French toast is something else. As David said, Andrew never made the recipe other than for his mother. He never even made it for himself. Then why can he make it for Macy?

Even if it was a spontaneous act when he saw the ingredients in the woman's refrigerator, he should have thought of another recipe. Apart from French toast.

Anything but French toast.

Andrew cursed softly and rubbed his face in frustration. This made David wince in disbelief.

"David, what should I do?"

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