"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 of a

her get out, he

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

you'd better get down." 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 was a regular

Stanford nodded.

guided Stanford to

him in with

manager

him, then

as usual," Stanford said as

and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved

glanced

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

chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the

However, it was only after he had finished 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

her eyes slightly while

it's my ex-wife who likes it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping

his fingers, "You look like

looked up at him and couldn't help

misheard, "I look like your

face. She was afraid

about it, she couldn't find when she

face was growing

look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing

do you mean

me, her arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell on Simona, "You're more sombre and completely different from her. You do smile,

her shirt under the table.

all he could

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." She looked down

hate your

that if she were

she have

Hate?

word couldn't explain how

myself if I could."

and froze for

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