All Chapters of Loving Jupiter : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

ASTRA"Matt," I said monotonously, acknowledging his presence as I reluctantly widened the door open to let him step inside my apartment. I heard him snickered as he followed me to the formal living room."Can you at least pretend that you're happy to see me?" He teased as if we weren't fighting just a few days ago. I rolled my eyes as I slumped on the long sofa; while him on the single couch across me. "I went to the hospital earlier, I thought you were there. You weren't answering to my calls.I shrugged boredly. Obviously, I don't want to talk. "I'm glad that your father has woken up," he continued. "Come on, Astra. Are you still mad at me?"I rolled my eyes and huffed in annoyance at him. "If it isn't so obvious to you..."Matteo exhaled deeply. "Fine, I'm sorry. You know I just want the best for you. And as far as I can see, that man isn't someone who you should associate yourself with. Especially if you're aiming to save and revive your stained image to the public.""I'm tired,

SIRIUSI pocketed my phone without typing in a reply for Astra. I then followed Johnny to the department store who's already checking out some of the displayed shirts. "These are nice. Which color do you think I should get? This?""Absolutely not," I shook my head as he grabbed the orange variant of the shirt he was checking out. "You know damn well that's not your color. Fucking tangerine."He laughed out loud before grabbing the blue and dark grey variants of the cloth. We then sashayed to the lined up stores, checking out their products- mostly Johnny, as my head was clouded of Astra's text message. I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes mentally. She's alone with her manager slash ex-boyfriend? Is she still in the hospital or did she went home and then that man made an unannounced visit in her apartment out of nowhere? The latter is actually making me seethe. That man must be harassing her if she have to text me asking for help. "What's wrong?" Johnny asked as we stopped in fron

ASTRAA few moments after Sirius and Johnny arrived, Matteo decided to finally leave. I walked him to the door, the fake apologetic smile remained plastered on my face, as if I was really sorry about those two suddenly showing up here and interrupting us."I'm sorry. Maybe we can hangout next time," I said fakely. "About the contract... give me a few more weeks to decide about it. I'm not really sure if I want to continue working for the agency or if I'm just exhausted and I'm not really in a good state to continue working in general."Matt sighed and nodded. "I understand. But please, visit the management sometimes so you can personally discuss this with them. Maybe having you in there in person, we can come up with some good compromising arrangements with you."This time, a genuine smile appeared on my face. "Thank you, Matt. And I will, just give me some time."He nodded one last time before finally turning to leave. I exhaled deeply before walking back inside. Johnny was laughing

ASTRA "By the way..." I trailed off before taking a quick sip on my milk shake. "My manager came here this morning, while you were asleep." I informed him who was busy chomping on his pancake. His forehead creased a bit before he raised a brow at me. "Your ex-boyfriend?" A frowns spread across my face. Then I kicked him slightly under the table and he frowned back, wincing a bit. "What? I thought you dated him?" "I did. But stop reminding me!" I replied in irritation. "Oh, why? Was he not a good boyfriend?" "Stop prying over that matter. Anyway, as I was saying... he was here earlier." "And?" He cocked a brow, looking uninterested as ever. "Any good news about your tarnished career?" I rolled my eyes. "And that, too. Stop reminding me about my career's current state. I'm not even sure how I'm gonna market myself to the public again. Or if I'd ever reclaim my shine back. And mind you, you're not one to talk?!" Sirius laughed out loud and shook his head. "True, true. But you kn

ASTRA When I was a kid, back when I wasn’t even in high school just yet, the bookstore is my favorite hangout place for so many reasons. I love reading! I love discovering new ideas! It is also my mother’s work place after she quit designing for a high end brand. But most importantly, there’s this particular type of reading material I always love to check out during my free time. A visual book. A magazine. In those pages, there are beautiful tall women wearing elegant clothes. They look mysterious and intimidating. My mother calls them a model. She then mentioned that she use to work with those kind of women before. Ever since I learned about models, I dreamed of becoming one as well. I learned to dressed up properly though my closet used to consist of average looking clothes. I’ve learned to fix my posture, and copied how models walk on the videos I used to search on the internet. It was a ridiculous dream I thought I wouldn’t be able to achieve. I thought it’ll always stay as a