CHAPTER 14

LAYLA LOOKED AT Ambert abruptly with wide eyes. “W-what..? How?”

“It was the first day of me meddling in your life,” he said, shaping a small apologetic smile on his lips.

He waited for her to say something but she didn’t—she probably was too shocked her tongue had a nervous breakdown and collapsed. He pointed to the glass of water beside her. She looked at it, grabbed it and drank it. “You were there?” she asked afterwards. “Was it you who called him on the cell phone?”

“No,” he said.

A little disappointment crossed her face. Disappointed that he wasn’t her hero? “I thought… Where were you then?”

“In my office, working.”

“You said it was your first day of…”

“Yeah,” he interrupted her. “A private detective was working in my behalf.”

“Oh,” she quipped. “A private detective… I only hear of them in the movies…”

“They exist in real life,” he said. “The detective I hired was following you that day. He saw everything.”

“Was he the one who called that man?”

He nodded. “He got his number fro