After we taled a lot, the tricycle had finally arrived to pick us up and take us back to the city. My head still hurt a bit from the hangover and my stomach still couldn't compensate, as if it still wanted to release a lot of liquid. I just forced myself to look okay in front of them. I smiled even though I was sick.
In the middle of the flight, I couldn't help but wonder why Miguel left so early. He didn't even say goodbye or say a word to me before leaving. Was it because I was sound asleep when he left? Then he should have waited for me to wake up before he left. It was not that hard, was it? And one more, today is Sunday. This day usually happens to be everyone’s rest day, especially in his situation. He is a billionaire, he could take a rest any time he wants.
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