Jean P. O. V
I sighed tiredly as I walk into our penthouse. Matteo is walking behind me. We did not talk the whole car ride nor asked anything about Noah which seems great, he’s not acting all crazy like I expected him to be. I guess I can see some growth in him, some. I dropped my bags in the living room and walked over to the kitchen. I decided to cook some pancakes because I want something to snack on while I study. As I was mixing the batter, Matteo crept in beside me. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He bit his lip before speaking out, “We’re at our last week now, Jean,” he stated.
My head shot up realizing that it is. The past three weeks came by that fast? Things are coming in sooner than I have expected. I do acknowledge that he is trying his best. He is doing anythi
