― you can trust me
I requested to have dinner at Leonid's place before we left. I just felt like I had to join Ian to let him know I still feel sorry for what my parents do. He insisted I could go home and shouldn't be mad at them because he's fine but I declined. I know he's not okay. If Leonid didn't help him, I would never know about it. He would be left alone sleeping in the street.
"I have an extra suite in the building. It has been vacant since I moved into the penthouse," Mr. Racini said while he's driving.
I reluctantly took my eyes off the streetlights to glance at him. "For what? I'm fine in my studio. I can book my own hotel if―”
He chuckled to the road ahead. “Not for you, Miss Villarama. You’re always welcome to my penthouse if you have nowhere else to go or if your
