Happiest New Year

Richard put down the things in his hand on the table and said confidently, “Don’t worry, because of the New Year, all the paparazzi are on vacation. There won’t be anyone to follow me.” “Why didn’t you go home for a new year? Renea asked as she poured him a glass of water. Richard casually slumped down on the sofa and said nonchalantly, “I don’t have a place to spend New Year's Eve.” These words pierced deeply into Renea’s heart. The words Stella had just said came to her mind. It's like you have a home, but you are not being able to return. Now Renea knew why she had felt close to him for the first time. Maybe because of the empathy created by having the same encounter. “How did you know I lived here?” She asked. “Aron told me,” speaking of this, Richard was not happy, “Renea, at least we are also the most pleasant friends who have worked together. However, you even told Aron that old man your apartment address, but you didn’t tell me. You are so inadequate.” “If it was not for Aron c