Chapter Seventeen

The guy didn't annoy her all day. In fact, he didn't even talk to her even once. Maybe he did, but those were the ones that weren't annoying. He was just acting as one of the scriptwriters, nothing more, nothing less. Timothee knew that that was a good thing, especially after what happened that morning. Whenever she recalled the things that happened, and the things that he said to her, she would feel her blood rushing towards her face. Not to mention how shameful it was that he really had to feed her, well, he insisted on feeding her. It wasn't like she was the one who told her to pay for her breakfast.

However, even when she hated the guy with every fiber of her being, she was thankful that he was there at the right place and at the right time. It was like the universe was conspiring for him to be there when she needed someone to be there. She hated it. She hoped that it was not the case, and that it was just purely coincidence and not because of the universe "