All Chapters of Look At Me, Oneil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Youth can make someone more persistent than the rest of the world who do not know how it works. Essi should have anticipated that in the following days, she will see a young man, acting like a college junior following his senior. He is standing next to his sports car, carefully practicing how he must interact with Essi. Ethan has been warned about her strict yet graceful class of personality. But he didn't bother worrying if Essi would be displeased at seeing him or not. But he could at least try to do better. Ethan didn't notice Essi standing at the elevator door yet, regretting to head to the parking lot through another exit route instead of proceeding to the ground floor. It's the eighth day that Ethan has been doing this and yet, she didn't learn. But instead of going back to the elevator, Essi proceeded to her car as if she didn't know that Ethan was there for her. But the loud sound of her heels betrayed her silence. By the lack of sounds within the surrounding

Brilliance combined with passion always brings out the best in Essi. The SPAC Meeting has but little significance to Essi’s entire plan. Everything that goes around her do not matter. Despite refusing to appreciate her surroundings and express the noticed changes in it, time is still slow. And what but a joke that other men was beguiled by her beauty when she didn't dolled up herself. She took a simple blazer, a spring blouse, and a sleek black pants. One among them courageously invited her for a dinner. “Since this is the culmination of the conference, may I have the honor to invite you then?" Essi accepted the invitation. But she cut the dinner short enough to halt further irrelevant intentions. “I’m sorry. But I really have to go. I enjoyed having dinner with you.” “How about I drive you home?” It is among Essi’s plans to look for an interval. This could be it. But instead of allowing him to directly bring her to Bordeaux, she still told hi

The touches of Gothic and Renaissance Period have kissed upon the walls of Porte Cailhau. Essi’s itinerary list was supposed to enjoy the known architectural glory with Oneil. But how can she enjoy this place of triumph and defense when all that her mind attunes to worry about was about the wish? Essi is farther away from Oneil. The man is behind her steps, not saying anything. They kept walking around, eyes on the shops, restaurants, and people on their business. For others, this day may be casual. But for the two of them, it is Essi’s second day of staying for Oneil. Hours have already gone past. But Essi seemed to not be enjoying the place around. “Are you tired? Let’s go to a restaurant,” Oneil said to her. “I’m not hungry,” Essi responded and looked up at the decades-old door. Bricks, faces, cone-shaped turret, and all of the wall’s features, Essi is still able to recognize Porte Cailhau’s essence. Victory is something that must be secured. And even at t

Essi’s life has been dreamy these days. Time become an ancient thing. Everything was pleasant. Every little thing with Oneil counts. It feels like there is no end. Until the rain poured. Time gets unfrozen. The bargained days are now done. And yet, she is still unable to bring her main purpose. Her hand hangs on tight on Oneil’s sleeve. She has already prepared herself for this kind of mountain edge to dive back to reality. She wanted to take all the remaining seconds as something to enjoy. But Oneil removed her hand with a reminder about her flight. Oneil has brought her to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Otherwise, it would be heavier to look away. “I can see the uncertainty in your eyes. I know what you meant. But don’t worry, Estella. I’m with you, even from afar, to fight for our future.” Oneil could never set it aside, that there is always something in the way Essi looked at him. Back then, and until now, the mirrors of her soul reveal a thousand words that

Oneil’s offer was a little confusing. Nevertheless, Gwyneth couldn’t deny that it was one of Oneil’s brave moments. He was able to negotiate with their grandpa. Grant Mercator was the exact opposite of Arlelle Paulsson although they never had a sufficient interaction to begin comparing them. But ever since Oneil and Gwyneth knew Essi’s grandfather, they couldn’t help but notice how Grant Mercator could have done better on being their family. But she had not guts to say these things. Especially when the guests are around and they are tailing on Oneil. They knew his story, despite the wonder how it reached them. They had liked them even more. For he has become a servant before. But now, a leader. On the other side, Oneil remained courteous on being hospitable to them. Albeit, his heart is not at ease. All the things that he have learned about his life do not matter anymore. Upon hearing the riches he has and what kind of reputation is attached to his person, he cannot help but