A month has passed and Cassian couldn't hold himself back any longer letting you stay on the vacation any longer. Even though the vacation was a gift from his father as a token of appreciation for your good work in your field, Cassian didn't like it to last too long.

And here he is, flying all the way to a neighboring country, to your birthplace to meet you.

Cassian just doesn't have a place to vent all his frustrations, and you, you are the only one who always makes him feel better after venting his rants and frustrations to you, or see you, or anything that you're not so far away.

You are just the right hand man of his father- a chairman's. but you fulfilled all the roles well, and Cassian couldn't be left alone for long on vacation. This is stupid, what kind of person can stand a month and a half vacation? his mind was upset.

The soreness and numbness in your right hand woke you up, about an hour before, Cassian had arrived at your apartment see you still sleeping at your bed. Without caring about that, he took his position and lay down beside you, using using your biceps as a pillow.

He don't really care.

His eyes had been observing every inch of your face, and your hair, the black color of your hair starting to fade, at the roots the blonde-kind-white color of your natural hair color was starting to show clearly.

His eyebrows furrowed even more, "Are you too busy on holiday and forget to dye your hair? I thought you didn't like how your original hair color looked," He said his hand roughly rubbed the strands of hair on your forehead.

Honestly, he likes your hair color, that blonde-kind-of-white, your unique hair. But he knows you're hiding it, and he knows why.

It was still too early for you, and you heard every word Cassian uttered with your still blank sleepy face. Always clever at finding you, you weren't surprised he found you here, as if you had already guessed this.