Closing my book, I stood up and walked to the balcony. I looked across the yard and beyond the gate. I couldn't see anyone outside since the wall was too high.
"Talk about what?" It had been four years, so I didn't know what I could talk about with her.
"Anything will do, we can drink tea as we reminisce the past." She sounded more mature.
Everyone seemed to have changed in the past four years. I looked down at the watch on my wrist for the time.
I was silent for a moment before nodding. "Give me a moment!"
It did not seem right to talk in the villa. After tidying up, I went downstairs and left the villa.
At the door, I saw her leaning against a white Corolla. She was dressed in a white suit and a pair of black high heels. Her long hair was curled into waves.
She didn't look like how she did four years ago at all. She seemed to have changed a lot.
Before I greeted her, someone came up behind me. It was Evan. It seemed like he had been staying over at the villa for the past few days.
I didn't asked for the details, but Hendrix had asked me to reach out to him directly should I have any issues, like he had become my private assistant.
"Madam, are you heading out?" He asked while eyeing Andrea who was outside the door.
I nodded, "Just some catching up with an old friend!"
He nodded. However, he did not intend to let me leave alone. "I'll go with you."
It looked like he was deliberately protecting me. I didn't understand it at first, but when I noticed the Mercedes not far away, it finally clicked in my head.
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