50.

Dalia’s PoV

With a permanent smile on my face, I hope I convinced him enough. My hand clutched my bag tighter as I walked into the darkness. I bit my lower lips praying Isaiah insists on driving me home. I am a defenceless pregnant woman. What can possibly go wrong?

Everything.

“Mrs. Thompson!” I hear Isaiah call again from a distance. This time, he is running after me, breathing hard.

“No, ma’am. I insist. I cannot allow you to walk alone this night. Follow me to the car. Dimitri will drop you off.” He pants.

Just how far did I walk for him to insist?

“I-“ I wanted to argue. Where was the fun if I gave in easily? It would seem like I want to sit in the same car as Eros West.

“Mr. West will have my head of you refuse.” He tries again.

That got me puzzled. Why would he have Isaiah’s head? That cannot not happen, can it?

“Why would he have your head?” I chuckle. “alright, of you insist.” I decided, asking him to lead the way.

There was no way I was going to walk down to my street at nig