"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?

in a

her get out, he opened the

James, why don't you take me back to

Stanford didn't mean to take her back but

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

Stanford nodded.

quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat

him in with

The manager pulled the chair for

thanked him,

usual," Stanford said

every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was a

and glanced at

just going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with a

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

without thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the

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

eyes slightly while

it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy

fingers, "You look

couldn't help but frown. What

misheard, "I

couldn't help but reach up and touch her face. She was afraid that even her parents

about it, she couldn't find when

was

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

Was he testing her,

mean by that?" She

always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the

her

she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he could think

have once been like your ex-wife, unreserved and true to the person I liked. But my 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 see through the human heart."

you hate your

to Stanford that if she were still alive, what

have

Hate?

think that word couldn't

could have killed him myself if I

and froze for a

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