"Hansy... Don't go."
Rose grimaced looking at her hand as feverish Jennifer almost crushed her hand. She couldn't help but complain, " You come to my house to eat and drink my food, I even let you sleep in my bed, but you are still thinking about another man. You are so heartless."
The mobile phone on the carpet by her side had stopped ringing. Hans had always thought that he was better than everyone else. Rose thought that it was nothing short of a miracle that he would even call her three times.
As Rose's home was shrouded in sadness, on the other side of California, in a famous hotel apartment, a tall and lanky man had just returned from the concert today, and he looked tired.
For so many years, he had been working hard abroad and he finally had the ability to be financially indepen
