Ever since he arrived at Las Encinas, Iván worked to get himself comfortable, to form a separate life away from his father’s insufferable partying ways. Of course, that only worked for so long.

When tried to set himself within the dating scene, he was met with the same outcomes. Over pretentious rich girls using him for his looks until they got bored, tossing him aside and finally showing their true personalities.

Even though he was fooled by their sweet acts—despite your constant warnings—Iván appreciated it as a learning lesson. This time, he promised himself it wouldn’t happen again.

Now, the only thing was to convince you of that.

As expected, his father was preoccupied with a swarm of women dancing around him in the midst of the people enjoying themselves, so Iván took the opportunity to head over to your place for some quiet.

When the maid let him in, informing him where you were, he quickly thanked the woman before heading off to find you. On his way here, he’d been practicing a seemingly grand speech to tell you how right you were—how he should’ve listened to you from the beginning.

Iván entered the dining room with a sheepish demeanor, he knew you’d be able to tell something was off. That was the point.

He sat across from you, lightly tapping his fingertips on the table glass before outing with it. The further he delayed the topic, it’d be even harder to speak about it, to be honest with himself.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “I should've listened to you from the beginning. Those girls weren't worth the trouble.”