Chapter 212: 'He asked for you specifically, Rose'

ROSE

The strong grip around my wrist, and then two round, brown eyes of a handsome face stared back like a frightened deer.

‘Where are you going?’ asked Richard, his voice softer than usual but slightly nervous.

‘To get coffee,’ I replied without hesitation.

And the grip loosened. He was smiling again. ‘I-I thought you were leaving me.’

I chuckled to dispel the awkwardness. I've never met a celebrity this clingy.

‘Technically, I am. There’s no coffee machine. So I thought to pop out for a cuppa,’ I said as my fingers nimbly adjusted his black collared shirt and smiled. ‘Do you want one?’

He nodded. ‘Latte with flower print and vanilla syrup.’

Is that he… pouting?

‘Gotcha.’ I paused and looked down—he was holding my hands again—both, this time. ‘Err, you need to let me go first, Richard.’

Reluctantly, he let go. ‘Come back quick, okay?’

Err, okay? I nodded cautiously. Then, I patted his shoulder in reassurance.

He flashed his charming boyish smile before returning apologetica