As we reached the outside of the building, I saw a familiar car park in front. The valet gave the key to Mr. Lee. He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. I entered the car and sat in the back seat. A few minutes ago, we were still staying. I looked at the front in wonder. I saw an eyebrow arched in the mirror, and that's when I realized I should be in the passenger seat. I made Mr. Lee look like my driver. I quickly got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat. I put on the seatbelt. I couldn't look at the car next to me, so I just chose to look out the window. I just noticed the reflection of my face because I ignore the shape of my face when I'm at work. My hair is a mess, and my lipstick has worn off. The foundation I put on my face is also disappearing. The bruise on my cheek is still healing. It's not noticeable anymore, but if you look closely at my cheek, you will still notice it. "You can retouch your makeup here," Mr. Lee said while driving. It's embarrassing
Trence and I started eating when I got back from the bathroom. The dish served on the table is different. Maybe Trence has changed the food. My mouth watered when I saw the beautiful caramelized steak on my plate, perfectly seared to a juicy medium-rare. The aroma of garlic and herbs infused in the meat made my stomach growl in anticipation. I couldn't wait to cut into the steak and savor every bite, knowing it would be satisfying. The sight and smell of the dish were enough to make my taste buds dance with excitement. As I picked up my knife and fork, I could practically taste the savory flavors that awaited me. The steak glistened under the light, promising a culinary experience that would be unforgettable. It melts in my mouth. The meat was cooked to perfection, tender, and flavorful, leaving me craving more with each bite. The combination of seasonings and cooking techniques truly elevated the dish to a new level of deliciousness. "I'm glad you like it," Trence spoke with a smile
"Fine, I'll go there," he said, ending the call. The conversation on the phone was not pleasant, but I decided to give Trence some space before asking about it. As he returned his attention to me, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes, signaling that our conversation might take a different turn. "Are you done eating your dessert?" he asked. I nodded, feeling curious and apprehensive about what Trence wanted to discuss. The atmosphere between us had shifted, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. "Come with me," he added, grabbing my hand and leading me to the restaurant's other side. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind as we silently walked together. He is holding my freaking hand. His hand is a lot bigger than mine. When our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Where will Trence bring me? I'm unfamiliar with this restaurant, so I must find out
I'm unsure if they heard it, but I can't be mistaken; I heard he said that I'm his girlfriend. I want to protest. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from his grasp, even though I wanted to. My body seemed to be moving independently, following his lead as we walked away from the room. As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't shake the unease in my stomach. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts about what had just happened. Trence's silent support was comforting and confusing, leaving me torn between wanting to confront him and simply escape the situation altogether. He did not let go of my hands until we reached the restaurant entrance. Once outside, the cool night air helped clear my head as I finally found the courage to speak up and address our tension. Trence's eyes met mine, silently urging me to voice my thoughts. I finally dare to let go of his hand and step back, needing space to gather my thoughts before saying anything that could make the situation worse. Trence
"D-Drenver," I blurted out nervously. He put his arm around me. I should not feel this fear in my chest. As his touch lingered, I couldn't shake the unease within me. The bus ride suddenly felt much longer than anticipated. "Drenver?" he repeated, his voice low and upset. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me as he held me close; the tension developed with each passing moment. The man's grip tightened slightly, and I could feel his eyes boring into me. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. My heart raced as I struggled to develop a convincing response, the unease growing stronger by the second. "I mean, B-Babe," I stutter. I felt his face close to the side of my face and his breath warm against my skin. "Why do you look nervous? Did you do something wrong?" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my mind racing to escape this situation. The fear of what he might do next only intensified my anxiety. The fear in his voice sent a shiver down my sp
Tears streamed down my face as I clung to the stranger, finally feeling safe. Please, whoever you are, help me. I love Drenver, but I can't be with him tonight. The stranger grabbed me by the shoulder. He lifted my head. The stranger looked at me with concern. As our eyes met, he quickly analyzed what happened and said, "Call the police, Missy, and run to my car." I quickly nodded. I did not expect him to be here. I left him hanging earlier. He shouldn't be in here. I shook my head as I realized that the person who rang our doorbell was my boss. I turned around before I reached the man's car. I ran back to the house. "No!" I shouted to stop them. I was stunned by what I found in the living room. Trence's arm was already around Drenver's neck. Drenver's face was red, and he was struggling to break free. He couldn't breathe; I knew I had to act fast before things escalated further, and he was trying to escape Trence's grip. "Trence, let him go!" I yelled as I rushed to intervene. The
As the doctors and nurses bustled around me, checking my vitals and asking questions, I felt a newfound sense of empowerment and determination. Trence stood by my side, holding my hand tightly and encouraging me. I couldn't hear the sound of the monitor or the people around me; at that moment, all I could hear was the beating of my heart, strong and steady. And as I looked into his eyes, I was filled with care and concern. Trence's genuine care and concern were like a beacon of light amid chaos. I clung to his words of encouragement like a lifeline, feeling reassured and strengthened by his presence. I should not feel this with Trence. My mind counters the feelings I am having right now. I am just hurt, and my mind is not in the right place to be developing feelings for someone. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, Trence's presence brought comfort and solace in a way no one else could. His kindness and understanding penetrated through the walls I had built around myself, caus
"What do you mean I will live with you? I asked him, confused. "I mean, I can keep you safe here until we figure out a plan," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm. Looking into his eyes, I saw a glimmer of sincerity that made me believe he truly meant what he said. "Trust me, please." I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust my boss. But something in his demeanor made me feel like I had no choice. "Okay," I finally whispered, hoping my decision wouldn't haunt me. "But I can sleep at my best friend's house," I said when I remembered I had a friend I could call. "I understand, but it's not safe for you there right now," he said, concern evident in his eyes. "He can come back to you and hurt you again," Trence said. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of my boyfriend coming back to harm me. Trence was right—staying at my best friend's house wasn't a good idea. Deep down, I knew I needed to trust Trence and his offer to keep me safe. With a heavy heart, I agre