Remember Me, Baby.
Matchmaking

The car Andrew was driving entered the hotel courtyard. The young man parked the car and and got out in a hurry. Clark tries to keep up with his best friend's speed by running small behind him. The two of them walked towards the elevator which was near the entrance. The surroundings were quite quiet, there were only a few hotel and security officers who passed by them. Andrew pressed the number 15 and stood quietly as the elevator moved up.

“What's with your face? Why keep bending like that?” clark asked when he realized his best friend looked a little out of focus.

Andrew only glanced at a glance, then looked back to the front. He's not interested in Clark's silliness. Right now, he only wanted to dodge as far away from his father as possible.

“I was just kidding about your imaginary boyfriend earlier, don't be mad at me. Okay well? I promise I won't tell you to sleep with anyone again. Even if you hadn't been married for life, I wouldn't have commented on it at all,” Clark chanted as he moved his hands through the air.

Andrew could only take a deep breath and stomp his forehead which suddenly felt dizzy. He gritted his teeth and growled. However, that did not deter Clark from continuing to tease his best friend. The influence of alcohol makes it seem to get extra courage.

"Actually, Jovanka is pretty sexy. You know ... if I'm the-"

“Close your mouth!” he shouted with a threatening tone.

Clark shut his mouth with both hands reflexively, but only lasted for a short while. The next second, the young man opened his mouth again and flocked Andrew with his senseless chatter, making Andrew desperately want to strangle the young man and bang his head against the wall. However, he can only harbour all those desires because he knows his best friend is under the influence of drinks at the club. Yes ... Clark is 100 times more annoying when he's drunk.

“Are you sure you can find it? I mean ... the girl ... in such a vast world, are you—“

“For God's sake, Clark .. I'll stuff your mouth with shoes if you can't keep quiet,” Andrew growled while staring at his best friend with giddiness.

Without being reminded, he was quite pessimistic and frustrated. He himself always wondered in his heart, did the girl really exist? Or just part of his delusion .. delusions, as his father said.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that,” Clark said, looking down, just like a boy who made a mistake.

Andrew opened his mouth, about to reply to Clark. However, along with that the elevator clinks and opens. All the words he wanted to say to his best friend evaporated out of nowhere, changing with shock that made him freeze for a moment.

“Alfred?” he murmured, as if he wanted to make sure that he was not hallucinating or misrecognizing people.

“Young,” reply Alfred while pressing the button so that the elevator door is not closed, “Mr. Roux is waiting for you.”

Andrew looked up, took a deep breath and exhaled strongly. He faced the iron wall, clenched his fist and hit the object several times before finally tidying up his shirt and walking out.

“Go and get ready. I'll catch up soon,” he said when he saw Clark would follow him. He knew there was going to be a long and exhausting debate.

Clark scratched his non-itchy head, then walked ahead of his best friend while grumbling. He still left despite his annoyance, really not wanting to get caught up in the family drama he had seen since childhood.

Meanwhile, Andrew walked up to Old Alfred with his jaws hardened. His brain was busy looking for a way to escape again this time. However, if his father still forced him to go home and take care of the family business, maybe he would pull a gun and shoot himself in the head.

“Please, Young man,” Alfred said as he opened the room door for Andrew.

The young man looked at Alfred and the door leaf alternately, his eyes squinting and emitting a glare mixed between surprise, annoyance, and grievance. He knew the two parents had deliberately booked a room right next to his room to show off their abilities, and of course.

Huh. You sly old fox, Andrew grumbled inwardly before stepping inside.

Seeing his father's appearance made Andrew swallow all his grievances back and sit obediently before the man.

“How are you, Dad?” he asked while loosening the tie that suddenly felt strangling his neck.

Marco whipped and grumbled, “Still dare to ask me, brash child .. will you wait until I die then you will come visit my body?”

Andrew simply fell silent and returned his father's gaze in silence. What else could he say. His father would not accept any reason.

“Why shut up? Say something!” hardik Marco was impatient.

Andrew sighed and restored his hair slowly. His tone sounded very tired when he asked, “What do you want me to say?”

“You?!”

“I'm too tired to argue. Just tell me what Dad wants,” murmured Andrew while looking down, impatiently staring at the clock on his constantly spinning wrist. There's only half an hour left.

Marco threw the hotel room card with a different number while saying, “Cecille is waiting for you. Your marriage can be taken care of later. The girl agreed. Go awayl. Give me a descent before I die.”

Andrew's hands clenched on his knees were tightly clenched. He really did not expect his father to go this far. He didn't even know what to react to, but this was completely outrageous. The young man looked at his father without the slightest trepidation.

“I don't have time for all this nonsense, Mr. Rouxes. There are tasks that I have to complete,” said the young man with emphasis on each word.

“Remember your promise, Young man,” said Marco no less stubborn, “I've given you time for ten years. It is time to keep your promise. Cecille's been patient with you for so long, what are you waiting for?”

“I will keep it, Father ... but not in this way,” reply Andrew while looking at his watch again, “And again, I never asked him to wait.”

He woke up and said goodbye, “Sorry, my time is up. I promise to return to Paris as soon as this mission is over. We can talk about it again later.”

“Andrew!” marco shouted, trying to hold his son.

“I'm sorry, Daddy” Andrew said as he bowed deeply before walking towards the door.

Andrew walked quickly into his room, picked up the suitcase he had stored in the closet, checked the other items in the bathroom, then stepped out. He pulls out a phone dedicated to EEL members and sends a message to Clark.

Meet me in the parking lot.

He really had to run away from his father.

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