Chapter 183 Stealing Away

• Now that I understood why Paul schemed, I was no longer angry. In fact, I indulged his request as a parting gift to remove the innocence of my childhood bedroom. When he left, Paul had already arranged for a clone to be waiting to take my place on the chopper.
• We discussed that I should lay low indoors while he sorted out the matter. Mike and Xina stayed next door, keeping a close eye. In the evenings, Paul and I spoke at great length over the phone, finding mindless topics to prevent us from hanging up.
• I missed him, and I think he missed me too. The majority of the responsibilities fell upon Stacy, who adeptly liaised with my mother regarding the arrangements. Accustomed to Queenie attending to my every need, the transition to self-sufficiency under my parent's roof became annoying.