"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?

a bit

her get out, he opened the back door

"I'm not very hungry. Mr. James,

already here, Miss Flores, you'd better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear

ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in,

Stanford nodded.

over here and it's quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a

in with

manager pulled

him,

Stanford said as

used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his

looked up and glanced at the manager, "Mr.

it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with a

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

that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but

here so much that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked

lowered her eyes slightly while her curled lashes

at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was in a trance like he

fingers, "You look

suddenly looked up at him and couldn't help

misheard, "I

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

couldn't find when she had exposed

face was growing

make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her and

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or was he simply guessing

do you mean by

arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again

at the corner of her shirt under the

reservation, all he could think about was

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

you hate your

Stanford that if she were still alive, what would she be

she have

Hate?

just didn't think that word couldn't explain

wish I could have killed him myself if I

met her eyes and froze for

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