89 Rose City

He had a head of white hair and a long white beard. The old man had a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His black eyes held warmth as he stared at the camera. 

Jeslyn gently bit her nude lips as she reminisced about her days with the old man.

While she was standing there, mourning her loss, Blue brought in Jeslyn's luggage and stood beside Pink because she had no idea where the rooms were. 

"Little bunny, enough of that, you've got your whole life to mourn your grandpa. Your husband gave you a maximum of one week to stay here, so it would be better if you start managing the time you've got." Pink doesn't know how to console someone, so she said that instead.

Hearing Pink say that, Jeslyn frowned and turned to look at her. "Maverick gave me a week? Why? Can't I decide when to return?"

"No chance," Pink shook her head.