a/n: hello all again i apologize profusely for not being able to update in so long 😭 i've just been going through hell and back these past few months and i wasn't able to give this book the attention it deserves but i'm back with another long update (15k+ words hihi) to make it up to you all!! i wanted to end this chapter on a devastating note but since charles was able to beat checo for p2, i might as well end on a sweet one 💗💗💗 also, i just wanna say, although it may be way overdue, i'm not fluent in french as i'm just learning to speak it :< italian i can do a lil more but as long i have the help of some of my italian friends. the languages i can really speak is english, filipino, and basic japanese. i apologize to the french people reading this book ☹️ i'm sorry for butchering some phrases and words. rest assured, i do my best to research on what needs to be said (i dont rely on google translate at all dw HAHA) but i know sometimes it just doesn't cut it. please don't be shy to correct the phrases in the comments! but i just hope you guys would be forgiving about it 😅
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" ... I'm sorry but you're throwing me off my fucking game, Renaldi. "
" You and me both, Leclerc. "
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Knock, knock, knock.
IT WAS CHARLES' FIRST TIME TO be standing where he was at that moment; fresh from a direct flight from Monte Carlo with absolutely nothing on him except his keys, phone, passport, and wallet in his pockets. It was an impulsive decision if you couldn't already tell.
He had no time to really think this through.
It was the middle of the night. He should be at home on his bed, fast asleep, getting the rest he deserves... but no. He was in Paris. Lost than he ever was before in that city, standing right outside Andie's apartment, hoping she'd come to answer it.
He was incredibly nervous but his determination impeded all ideas of running away now.
He's been wrestling with his thoughts these past few days, trying to come to peace with everything's that's happened recently. But in the end, knew he needed to fix things... well, at least among the things running amok, there was only one thing he knew he couldn't completely crash and burn.
Charles has endlessly blamed himself for allowing things to get this bad and for this long all because he couldn't contain his childish outburst of selfishness and narrow mindedness.
He saw that moment as probably his last chance to mend what's left of him and Andie.
And as he heard muffled footsteps near the other side of the door he was standing right in front of, he couldn't stop his mind from flashing moments of that day where all of this seemed to implode on him—the day where it all spiraled out of his control.
