Natasha Astrid’s POV
“You’re taking too long, Jacob,” I said, annoyed, while watching him pack our things.
I was lying on our bed, already prepared for our trip home. My dad had been calling repeatedly, but I just ignored it. We were driving home anyway. Before lunch, Jacob and I would surely be at home.
“Almost done,” he said softly.
He was also the one who packed my things. While I just lay there, he handled packing our things. Besides, he tired me out, so it was up to him.
“Why don’t you just let your staff handle those?” I asked him, curious.
He had staff who could pack our things so we could leave immediately, but he insisted on doing everything himself.
“I don’t want them to touch your things, especially those you have already used.”
I just shook my head at him and sat up on
