CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
“Why can’t I stop crying, Juliet?” She whispered tearily through the screen of her laptop. Juliet was on the other side of the screen, sitting behind the desk at her office. While it was twelve thirty in the morning in Cornwall, it was only forty thirty in the evening in LA.
“Honey. Of course, you have to cry because it hurts, but if he is willing to fight for both of you, why are you resisting? He is a great guy even though against him chasing you at first,” she said, shrugging a bit as she took a sip of an avocado smoothie.
“That’s because I love him so much and this will only hurt him. I can’t do that to him,” Vicky countered, sniffing lightly. Ever since they got home about forty or so minutes ago, she had locked herself in her room, refusing to open the door des
