❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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SHANGHAI December Location: Iva's Apartment
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I spun around, scrambling as I picked up all the clothes and gears that I had mindlessly tossed on the floor when I returned home just now. Hugging all my things, I sped towards the laundry room and dumped everything in the rack. At that moment, the doorbell rang and I jumped. Cussing under my breath, my hand quickly grabbed a towel and covered the rack before dashing through the living area and unlocked the door for my late-night visitor.
"Why are you panting, sweetness?" Jax gave a light chuckle that halted my feet to a complete stop just to stare at those glimmering eyes and the faint smile carved upon his perfectly chiselled features. This guy will be the death of me. I swore quietly in my heart.
" W-Why are you h-here?" I stammered, my tongue rolled in an embarrassing way that made me tripped over my own words.
"To talk," he said, entering through the door and removed his shoes. I turned around and scurried into the house, trying to scan through my floors in case I missed picking up anything. From behind, Jax called out to me in a slightly raised voice.
Startled, I looked towards him and he was staring at me intently while his finger pointed to his feet. Oh, right. I went towards the shoe cabinet and grabbed a pair of indoor slippers for him.
"Did I come at the wrong time?" he asked, suddenly wary. His brows raised as he studied me and I gulped. I wasn't even sure why I had agreed to let him up to my apartment because I could've simply told Melvin to request for him to visit another day.
"N-No, I was just resting," I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "Just make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
"Alright," he smiled as he moved into the kitchen and pulled on the fridge door. His hand grabbed onto a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. Bringing the brim of the bottle close to his lips, he took in two mouthfuls of water. My feet stopped at where I was and admired every smooth move of his throat along the length of his neck. But before he could catch me staring, I whacked myself at the top of my head and went into my room. I grabbed onto a random bra from my wardrobe and clasped it on. Yes, for the love of the Gods, who wears these torture devices at home?
When I left my room, Jax was already sitting by the window seat waiting for me. "Tea?" he stretched his arm towards me and I took the bottle him while mouthing thanks. Unsurprisingly, the bottle had already been unscrewed and the corners of my lips lifted into a faint smile.
"So, Iva—" he dragged on my name, his voice resonant and smooth. I lifted my gaze to meet with those hazy blue orbs, anticipating for him to finish his sentence. Then, his hand lifted and his finger hooked onto something that made me one step closer to the answer of why I would like to die. "What were you doing?"
