Chapter 64

The house is big, but it's not the mansion I live in. Passing through the anteroom, I go down two small steps and enter the sophisticated living room. The furniture is all white and I wonder how many hours the maids usually spend to keep everything clean. That's if the cleaning is not done by the smiling woman herself on my back. I sink my nails into my hands and resist the bad feeling that your quick hug caused me.

I hear the sound of footsteps and the riling of clothes at the top of the stairs, at the very moment when I think about accepting Charlie's mother's invitation to sit on the sparkling fabric sofa.

"I already told you that you can't control me! “Charlie screams.

A man comes right after him. If it weren't for the age difference, they could easily pass themselves off as siblings. Charlie is a faithful copy of his father, although the man does not have the same light that emanates from his son. "It's my money tha