Due to the intense fear that I felt, I am still shedding tears when we went out of the police station. It feels like all the bad lucks have been thrown out on me. I am scared that my parents would learn about this accident. They will definitely punish me for what I have done. “You are still crying,” a familiar voice behind my back has spoken. I did not bother glancing his way. I do not even have the gut to face him right now. I just want to evacuate to the planet Mars and bury my shitty head in there. I just walked and cried my heart out. I have been wiping my face using my own handkerchief which is totally wet because of my endless tears, and ironically, I still have so many gallons of tears to cry. I felt Evan’s presence at my back. He is still following me even though I am not saying a single word. I do not want to admit the fact that I am still lucky as he was there when I needed him badly. He was the one who fixed this whole thing a

The next day, I felt like escaping because I have to visit Zendejas’ residence as my parents wanted me to do. With an irritation evident on my face, I was forced to wear an elegant off-shoulder white dress. Once again, my parents have urged me to wear something nice and to apologize to Evan for the mess I have created yesterday. That arrogant man, I could not even imagine myself apologizing to him because he is too cruel to me. I could just simply visit him at his office today however; my parents have learned that he’s on a day off until tomorrow. According to daddy, Riley will be the one to accompany me to Evan’s house and if I’d do something awful during my visit, he would know it immediately. I heaved a sigh and just wore my black stilettos and then I also put light makeup on my face to make sure I am still presentable. Regardless of how I feel about this situation and even though I do not want to visit that ruthless guy, I will still choose to be

I didn’t know how I was able to look at him in his pierced and brooding eyes for a long time. God knows how I wanted to look away but my eyes were unwilling to do so. All I knew was my heart is beating aggressively like it would come out of my chest and abandon me because of the extreme fear it felt with Evan’s dark gaze. He was too close and the atmosphere is getting so intense. My body cannot seem to function well while he was holding me firmly. My knees were getting weak too; one move and I would probably fall on the floor because I am damn scared right now. “I am here because my parents wanted me to apologize to you formally,” I managed to speak firmly despite the fear in my chest. I gathered all my strength and pushed him so that I can get away from him. Good thing it worked! He stepped back and that have me a little sigh of relief. My face heated in shame. How could he touch me like that? My entire body shivered as I still feel

The thought of understanding Evan’s behavior engulfed my mind. I am trying to think of ways to get to know him and to understand where he is coming from, just like what Samantha told me a while ago. The side of my lips curled up for a bitter smile. Am I really that curious about him? As far as I remember, I should be mad at him because he treats me unfairly. I was sitting on the couch, getting so immersed in all the thoughts spinning around my head as an unwanted feeling started to sink deep within me. A few minutes later, Evan went back together with the housemaid who brought the food for us. The food was served on the available table on the balcony. I just watched them with my lips pouting evidently. Do I really have to eat here with him? I want to go downstairs and talk to Samantha. I don’t want to be stuck here in this room with this cranky guy. My gaze followed the housemaid when she went out of the room after serving our food. My lips protruded. “Let’s eat,” Evan inv

We took our one-hour lunch after Jameson’s first attempt to make Liese speak about what really happened. I sighed deeply, still feeling uncomfortable and affected. I stared at the food I ordered. It seemed that I lost my appetite as I still think about the tragedy Liese has encountered. I normally eat my lunch alone at the cafe near our regional court. I leaned back on my chair and inhaled sharply. Even though I am just a normal legal stenographer who simply works my ass out as I crawl on the ladder of success that will lead me to have a better career, I still could not control my emotion whenever I get to witness a court hearing just like what I have been to a while ago. It gets into me immediately, making me feel so affected and emotional. I am neither a lawyer nor a judge but it gives me this kind of heavy feeling that I myself would like to resolve their issues at all costs. I am soft-hearted, really. “Coffee?” a familiar voice spoke from the side of my table. I glanced up