"You're making me leave?" He asked, looking hurt.

I couldn't utter a word. The look on his face was enough to silence me.

I hurt him, I know. But it will be the best thing for us.

"It's your work." I avoided his gaze and looked elsewhere. "It's important and you should go."

Tears were pricking in my eyes but I blinked them away.

"We both know that this wasn't going to last anyway." I said in a small voice before getting from the sofa and stepped away from him as I don't want him to see my bloodshot eyes.

I was about to take my third step when he took a hold of my arm and made me face him. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Anger laces in his voice, tightening his grip around me like I might disappear when he lets go.

I clenched my jaw, trying to wiggle my arm out of his grip but he wouldn't let me. "You and I both know how this thing works," I motioned the two of us. "Will never work and we were only caught up in the moment. You were just going to leave, anyway. "

I looked away from him, afraid that he would see the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I don't want to cry in front of him for it will only make him stay longer.

There are still a lot of things between us that we haven't cleared yet, a lot of miscommunication and problems that need to be fixed. The unfinished business that we still need to finish. Our minds won't be for sure silenced if we never talk about what happened before.

He belongs in Los Angeles where his career is and I belong here in this town where I restarted my life again.

He lives in the public eye and he's used to that, while I prefer a peaceful and private life.

Paparazzi and the tabloids are always on his tail. I haven't even thought about that. I totally forgot!

What if they got a picture of us and posted online? I wouldn't know since I deactivated and deleted all my social accounts years ago.

"Did last night mean nothing to you at all?" His tone was hard and stern.

I wanted him to know that it meant the world to me, that every little thing that we had shared means to me a lot. But my mouth couldn't move and say those words.

Jack stood up in front of me, the hold on mine was no longer there but instead he cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away my fallen tears. "I know that things happened the way we didn't want it to be, but after seeing you and getting to go out with you again, made me realize that my heart only beats for one girl that I love, and that's you. It's always been you."

He loves me.

My heart clenched.

My heart clenched even more when I noticed that there were unshed tears in his eyes waiting for the dam to break.

"Heck, we still have a lot of things to talk about," He continued. "I have a lot of explaining to do. If you let me, I would spend a lifetime making it up to you. I didn't ignore your messages and calls on purpose. Remember my old manager before Di?"

I nodded. "Wasn't he the one that never approved of us? Richard Lee?"

He never really liked me. He was always yapping around how Jack would be so much better if he was with this and that public figure. His best friend for Jack was Marianne, so he would always try to get them to work together as a love team and promote each other's work. At first, it didn't bother me at all until they had starred in shows and movies that had way too much kissing scenes. It doesn't help the fact that Marianne has feelings for Jack and is very obvious about it.

"Yes, that same bastard. Even though he got replaced as my manager, he still works for me but he's fired now. He was the one mostly in charge of my social media accounts so he has a hold on my phone most of the time. Then I found out he had hacked my phone to get access to it and deleted my phone logs and missed calls from you, even deleting a few of your messages so I wouldn't see them." Now that he had explained it, almost everything was starting to make sense now." When I still knew nothing about it, I thought that you were barely texting and calling me, which was fine because you were busy with university and your mom. I understood that you don't have much time because neither do I, but I try my best to have to. I found out when you sent me that last email, breaking up with me. If you hadn't sent that email in my second email account that was only logged in to my computer, I would have never know. He doesn't have to access to it."

After knowing this, I couldn't help but sob while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I cried and he was there comforting me to calm down, caressing my back and whispering nothing but sweet words to me.

But that still doesn't explain why he was caught kissing Marianne when they weren't even working. I still get random flashbacks to that.

"How about that picture where you were kissing Marianne while you were going out?" I hiccup, calming down a little from my crying.

I felt him kiss the side of my head, rubbing my back. "Hush, baby. I swear in my life that she was the one that kissed me. Richard forces us to go out while he calls the paparazzi. He told Marianne to kiss me that time but I pushed her away, just not quick enough for them not to get a picture." He sighed.

Jack settled us both back on the couch. He was cradling me in his lap while we sat in silence. I rested my head on the crook of his neck as I absorbed all the things that he just told me.

I couldn't believe that he still loves me, it puts a small smile on my face. I love him, too.

"Jack," I called.

He looked down on me. "Yes, Angel?"

"So what now?" I asked.

He blinked, letting out a breath before speaking. "If possible... I want to pick up things where we left off," He said slowly, making sure that I can hear every word that he said.

I didn't answer , so he continued talking.

"I know things haven't always been easy, but I want to work it out...together. There are some things in our past that we need to face. I want to talk about us and how we are going to make things work between us because I don't think I am able to wake up every morning without you by my side, Callie. I already spent years apart from you and I don't think I can take it anymore. I miss you so much that being away from you hurts me physically. A lot of things needs to be considered with your life here and with my life back in LA, we don't have to give up certain things in order for us to stay together. At least, this time, we're a bit older and wiser now. And this time, things will be for the better. I will be damned if you don't accept me, again-"

I didn't let him finish, so I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. "Yes! Yes, I want to be with you again, Jack. You are the first and only man that I truly fell in love with still to this day." I pulled away to look at him. "I love you, Jackson Cohen, and you are the only one for me and I accept you."

I leaned in to give a short kiss on the lips, but he only pulled me closer and made the kiss deeper. I can feel his smile in the kiss, and I am certain that he can feel the ones on mine, too.

We pulled away from the kiss, our foreheads resting against each other and our breaths ragged. Large smiles were both plastered on our faces and it's like we couldn't take them off.

"Will you marry me?" He asked me with a grin on his face.

"Jack!" I exclaimed, smacking his chest.

"I was only kidding, but I'll ask that question in a few years." He gave a peck on the lips.

"I'll be expecting that." I giggled.

"But for the meantime, will you, Callisa Beatrice Garwood, be my girlfriend?" Jack asked, but it seems like he was demanding me because the look on his face suddenly became too serious. "And I don't take no for an answer."

"Then, it's a good thing my answer is a yes." I laughed.

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A/N: *cries* One more chapter left and then the epilogue before this book ends. I will surely miss these two.