MARGAUX’S BACK BOUNCED against her bed after she made a free fall. She remained to stare at the ceiling for a while as if waiting for something to appear there. Letting out a breath, she then pursed her lips while thinking, ‘Who the hell are you?’
She had wasted her whole day surfing all the social sites she knew; f******k, WeChat, **, etc.
Her curiosity about Rome was ticking inside her like a time bomb. Still, then, she didn’t have the guts to ask him questions directly either. Instead, she opted to stalk him online, hoping that there was any information about him readily available. Her efforts ended up useless. Finding anything about Rome was like finding a needle in a stack of hay— it was like the man didn’t exist at all.
Rolling to her belly, Margaux reached for her laptop and st
