"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 bit of a

her get out,

still, "I'm not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back to the

get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her

over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular

Stanford nodded.

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

in with downcast

lady, please." The manager pulled the

thanked him,

as usual," Stanford said as he sat

same dishes every time because his wife

and glanced at the

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

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

he had finished that he realized that this was not the

didn't know if he

her eyes slightly while her curled lashes

looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body

squeezed his fingers, "You

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

she had misheard, "I look like your

was afraid that even her parents wouldn't

about it, she couldn't find when

face was

look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her and said,

meant. Was he

mean by that?" She

is. She loves to smile, and when she smiles at me, her arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention

corner of her shirt under the

when she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he

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

you hate

that if she were

she have

Hate?

just didn't think that word couldn't explain how she

I could have killed him myself if I could." As she spoke,

her eyes and froze for a moment,

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