Crazy girl

DIANA'S POV

My hands and feet trembled the moment I looked into his eyes. They were so deep, so intense, that I struggled to find my words. I finally dared to say, “Diana Grace.”

“Good, Grace. Why were you hiding behind my car?” he asked.

Flustered, I shot back, “Why do you need to know?”

He raised an eyebrow, his voice turning stern. “Nothing. Just saw you scared, that’s why I asked. If you don’t want to, then—”

I cut him off. “Okay, and what’s your name?”

He glanced at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Ryan Watson.”

My heart raced. *Is he the Ryan Watson? The owner of Watson Group of Industries?* Before I could process it, the car stopped. I looked outside and saw a luxury building with "Watson & Company Ltd." displayed prominently.

He opened the car door and commanded, “Follow me.”

I hurriedly stepped out, but my clothes got caught in the car door. I tried to move, but ended up stumbling, my frustration boiling over. “What the hell? This damn car!” I cursed, kicking the door in anger.

Then I realized someone was watching me. I looked up, mortified. Ryan stood there, his expression unreadable. *Oh my god, what did I just do?*

“Are you okay? Calm down,” he said, his voice softer now.

I giggled nervously. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry about that… hehehe.”

“It’s okay. Just come along with me.”

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**RYAN'S POV**

*Where did I get stuck? This girl seems crazy.* this was the only though which came into my mind after looking at her

I called my assistant, Joy. “Get our personal doctor to check on this girl. Make sure she’s okay, and have her given a new dress to wear.”

I headed to my meeting room, trying to shake off the odd encounter. Thankfully, the meeting was over in half an hour. When I returned, I nearly lost my composure.

She was wearing a short, golden dress that revealed her back and emphasized her curves. She looked stunning, almost too stunning, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. *Why am I looking at her like this?* I shook off the thoughts.

I noticed her injury had been covered with makeup. “Is she okay now?” I asked Joy.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Good. Then have her dropped off wherever she wants to go,” I said, stealing a final glance at her before retreating to my office.

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**DIANA'S POV**

I looked at the dress, admiring its beauty. It was undoubtedly expensive. My eyes drifted to Ryan as he walked away towards his office. Without thinking, I muttered, “He didn’t even look at me.” *Why am I acting like this?*

I stepped out of the building and turned back to take in its grandeur. Just then, his driver approached me. “Ma’am, where would you like to go?”

“No, thank you. I’ll go by myself,” I declined.

“As you wish, ma’am,” the driver responded.

I took a taxi and arrived at the party 15 minutes late. Everyone complimented my clothes. I enjoyed the night and, for the first time, I drank alcohol.