CHAPTER THIRTY
Kane never knew a man waking up from bed with a bushy hair can be so captivating, today, his vision has reached a new horizon. Only one problem, Oliver is sure as hell the only man that can portray such picturesque with a ruffled hair.
He sighed as he watched him slump on the couch, "I can't believe you were really still in bed" Kane admonished.
"Oh please, you better have a good reason for disturbing my beauty sleep."
Indeed, "I think Grace is really soft on you. I shall have her toughen up on you."
"Yeah, yeah, good luck with that" she picked a pillow and pressed it on her chest, "really Kane, what are you doing here so early?"
"Well, since you don't want to call me, I decided to come drag you out for breakfast" he sighed, honestly, even he himself is surprised. Afte
