"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

of the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the back door for her, "Miss

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

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

walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the manager came to greet

Stanford nodded.

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

followed him in with

please." The manager pulled the

him, then sat

Stanford said as he

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

glanced at the

chef prepare it. You wait a moment."

a sip of the plain water on the

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

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 curled

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

his fingers,

him and couldn't help but frown. What had he

she had misheard, "I look like your

and touch her face. She was

find when she had

was

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

what he meant. Was he testing her,

do you mean by that?" She

you're pretty but not as warm as 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 of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell on Simona, "You're more sombre and completely different

at the corner of her shirt under the table.

all he could think about was how to set her up,

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

hate

that if she

she have hated

Hate?

that word couldn't explain

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

met her eyes and froze for a moment, "You

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255