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Rebecca's pov

Week 9- Day 5 in Paris.

   I hummed as I flipped the pancakes to the other side of the pan, watching it turn into a magnificent looking piece. I smiled, biting my lower lip as I took the already ready pancake, and placed it on a clean plate.

So far so not good.

Emeliano avoided me like humans avoiding walkers from the walking dead. Anytime I thought I would see him, I'd end up not seeing him.

Honestly, all I wanted to do was tell him everything. But I knew he wouldn't believe me, not even one bit.

I was tired, tired of keeping him in the dark, and I'd do anything to lay the matter in front of him... Make it less shocking and all.

That was exactly why I decided to make pancakes. Things would be more better that way, he'd listen.

That is if he doesn't think I poisoned the pancakes.

In all, I knew it'll all come out great.

I hoped it would.

I was risking a lot of things, a bunch of things. If Rafael comes to find out about the plan? We're all cooked, that would be some other problem to tackle with.

Although, I knew Rafael was finding a way to rid Andrew out of the picture. I told him about the sick bastard and he promised to do something about it.

Andrew had been quiet for some time now, I was actually beginning to wonder if Rafael had done something about the issue.

Turning off the heat from the pan, I heard angry footsteps approaching the kitchen. My brows came together as Emeliano waltzed into the kitchen with a paper in his right grip.

"Who the fuck is Andrew?" He asked, glaring daggers to my direction.

My heart exploded in my chest, causing me to grip the nearest table in the most casual way possible.

"Andrew?" I asked. "Uh- he was uh- one of Jesus disciples... Why?" I asked, wondering why I wasn't taking him serious.

All he did was continue to glare, angrily.

Wait a minute- why the hell is he asking about Andrew? Does it have to be with that paper in his hand? Did Andrew find us?

Oh lord no.

"Answer me Rebecca, I'm not joking around. Who is Andrew?" He asked again.

I sighed. "Someone I know. Why are you asking?" I asked.

He stretched the paper to my direction so I could reach it. I eyed him first before collecting the paper from him.

Hello Belle.
Sending your father to kill me wasn't a good option, you really think you can get rid of me.
Sorry love, you should have just stayed away from your Emeliano friend.
Now I have no choice but to kick him out of the picture. Out of 'our' picture.
Going to Paris made things even more easier for me and complicated for you.
Enjoy your romance while it lasts, I'm always watching.