Chapter 17

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~Lee's POV~

Why on earth did he just stare at me like that? As if he were for a second someone else. Lee doesn't overthink this, please. Don't get attached to him or this project. Soon this will be over then he will be gone.

Shortly after we left his home we arrived at a winery, this looks just like home. Ahh, I miss Nikki, Julian, and William. I wonder if they still coping without me. If Julian is doing okay? Is he happy?

Just when I take out my phone to make a call. Mr. Wilson looks at me as if he's going to freak out. So I decide to put away my phone and just absorb the beauty.

"Sir if you don't mind I would walk around and see what I can take note of." He nodded and I leave the car. This place is so pretty. The buildings are old, but still functioning perfectly. One space that took up all of my attention is a bathroom.

The walls are painted in a dirty white color that emphasizes the sink. The sink's top is out of white stone with rustic taps. The mirror is the focal point of the bathroom and then the tab with a stone sink. I just love the glass shower effect with the same stone as the sink on the floor.

As I walk out busy finishing my notes I heard my name. The voice sounds familiar. "Lee, is that you?" OH NO!! This can't be happening with me right now! Why now, after I moved on? Well not specifically with someone else, it's just I made peace.

"Hi Jase, how are you?" that feeling is coming back. My tears are nearby and my chest burns like freakin hell. I need to leave now. Before Jase could answer me I run, I run out of the building to the car. I have this feeling that he is following me, but I don't care I need to get out of here.

Thank goodness the car's windows are tinted and that the driver opened it quickly for me. Now I sit with a situation. Mr. Wilson is somewhere outside and Jase keeps on knocking on the window.

I can't stop crying and he keeps on knocking. "Leeplease get out, I need to talk to you. Please let me explain myself, pleaseI'm begging you." Before he could knock again Mr. Wilson grab him from behind. Ohshoot, Mr. Wilson doesn't look happy.

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