Chapter Eight: Different

As they drove back to the mansion, Margarette's head was filled with the words he said back in the car. It positively lifted up her soul and she found herself cheering up a little bit.

She was exhausted by then. As soon as she entered the house, she immediately excused herself to go upstairs to her room and sleep since she had already eaten her lunch back in the restaurant. Now that she's alone in her room, she sighed and threw her back on the soft mattress. Her mind was going back to the event earlier in the restaurant.

She couldn't help but to shiver upon remembering that man. She was really uncomfortable with his presence and she doesn't know why. He gave off this feeling that made her hair in the nape rise. She was scared of him and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being afraid whenever she remembered him.

Earlier at the restaurant, she kept her gaze on her plate, barely lifting her head because she was afraid to meet Christian Fobster's eyes. She wanted to seek comfort in Xa