"Miss Flores, what are you doing here?" Stanford thought he was looking at the wrong person.

Amanda clenched her hands, which were hanging at her sides, into fists. She was trying desperately to suppress the emotions tumbling inside her to remain calm.

"I ..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "I got lost."

"I'll give you a ride. Get in the car." He looked at her and said.

Amanda released her clenched fist and smiled, "Then thank you."

Stanford was quiet and didn't say a word.

She pulled open the back door and sat in.

"I don't know if you've got things handled?" She meant something else, "I don't want anything to go wrong while we're working together."

Stanford remained silent as he started the car and drove away.

What happened last night was an accident, but it was deliberately posted online and became a scandal. He had dealt with it.

The incident had upset him, too.

"Miss Flores, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? My treat today." Stanford suddenly spoke up.

Amanda thought for a moment, "How can I refuse since you have been so gracious in inviting me?"

Stanford glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Every time he saw her, she would do something unexpected.

This time was no different.

There seemed to be a certain magic about her that attracted him and always made him want to be near her.

And he didn't like that feeling in his heart.

He didn't like it when a woman made him do things that were out of his control.

The car pulled up and stopped in front of a restaurant.

Amanda got a good look at the restaurant while her heart was in turmoil once again. This was a restaurant she used to love to come to, and she loved to pester Stanford to come with her. It had all the dishes she liked to eat.

Why had he brought her to this restaurant?

What did he know?

was in a bit of

out of the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the

not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back to

better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it

lower lip and bent over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He

Stanford nodded.

manager guided Stanford to a window seat in

in

manager pulled the chair for

thanked him,

Stanford said

manager froze for a moment. He used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time

glanced at the manager,

You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with

prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr. James, do you

that he realized that this

to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but

slightly while her

was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in

squeezed his fingers,

looked up at him and couldn't help but frown.

had misheard, "I look like your

her face. She was afraid

it, she couldn't find when she

was

not that you look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her and said, "It's not really the

meant. Was he testing her,

do you mean

make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell on

her shirt under the

reservation, all he could think about was how to set

ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me bruised and battered, so I wouldn't dare smile like that again. I'm afraid of meeting the next scum. Although one's eyes have 5.76 pixels, they can't

hate

if she were still alive, what would

have

Hate?

didn't think that word

myself if I could." As she spoke, she stared into

froze for a

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