Oliver's POV

After having my bath, I sat in my room going through the arrangement of the project when I started thinking about Dorothy, and I had this wide smile all over my face.

What has she done to me?

I recalled the day I got her snack with a soft drink after bringing Mr Donald home, the way she rushed to hug me like she misses me so much but yet she refused to admit, that's so bad to my hearing, I must say.

I wonder how the dinner with Mason and his mother will be going now?

My phone rang and talk about the jerk, 'Mason.'

"Hey dude,...