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Chapter 47: Jeremy Chen

I am a person of rationality. When you grow up in a household like mine then you learn a thing or two about being logical. Stupid decisions never infatuated me and I was headstrong in the right direction.

Fine, call me a narc.

It was something I prided myself for having a grasp on.

So imagine the terror on my face when I woke up to an almost naked asshole who smiled down at me like I was illuminating sunshine while I was nestled into his hold like he was a mother goose.

You would think someone like Callum with the iciness that revolves into his tone, when you would touch him you would feel your finger go black from frostbite. Shockingly, he runs insanely hot.

No, not like that.

My brows furrow and I wince at the inane thought, pursing my lips together as I notice my focus was completely backtracked and I was letting the pencil glide on the paper with zero concentration.

Thick curved lines are present on the drawing where they look like an atrocity.

Sucking in a breath as I pinch the bridge of my nose. My brain was apparently nowhere to be found today.

It was an even unpleasant morning as my mood was soured to the point where I was sure I could make a baby cry with a glance.

There was no plain stoicism even, just bitter features that made it appear like I was drawing rain to wherever I stumbled upon.

The cause of my resentful expression can be easily traced back to earlier this morning.

Surprisingly, waking up next to a man who I punched a few days ago, to the point where my chest was up against his was not what narrowed my gaze.

A simple question, that was all. However he could not have the decency to offer me even an excuse. Instead just mumbling that it was none of my concern and stalking into the bathroom.

This time I did not follow. I was just confused. The night before he opened up to the point where I was flabbergasted to the amount of information I was receiving.

One would think that was enough to lessen the strain and instead create a circumstance which did not feel unbearable to be in.

Wrong.

That unwilling gaze returned along with the mockery in his tone. Vulnerability withered into thin air as he continued to make jests of whatever matter.

Forgive me for not wanting to spend my morning dealing with an insufferable presence.

Instead of wallowing in my vexation and punching him again, I simply picked myself up and gained some sort of composure.

With Niko no longer attached to my hip dragging me to wherever he deems necessary to convey the day with. However, the bargaining presence was no longer around and he was off doing God knows what in Eldora while I was here.

So, taking advantage of the infrequent tranquillity that I was bestowed upon for a matter of time. Here I was sitting in a cafe, simply sketching and eating.

I may not be the most fascinating person to indulge one's time in but I enjoyed my presence.

Sinking my teeth into my muffin while my hand glided across the dusty page, the coarse texture of the pencil leaving its mark while my frustrating focus kept drifting.

"Jeremy?"

My brows furrow, the voice was familiar but not to an extent where I could put a face to it with just the mere mention of the tone.