"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

get out, he opened the back door

very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take

Flores, you'd better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her

get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in,

Stanford nodded.

quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a

him in

lady, please." The manager pulled the chair

thanked him,

usual," Stanford said

to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was a strange woman and he was still ordering the

glanced at the manager,

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

a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr. James, do

However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant

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

eyes slightly while her

it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through

squeezed his fingers, "You look

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

she had misheard, "I

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

it, she couldn't find

face was

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

her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or was

do you mean

make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that

her shirt under the table.

without reservation, all he could think about was how

so I wouldn't dare smile like that again. I'm afraid of

you hate

she were still alive, what would she be

she have hated

Hate?

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

I could have killed him myself if I could."

eyes and froze for a moment, "You

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