Semua Bab Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Ada“Tell me about your life,” Max says just after the waitress brings us the main course. I’ve decided to have everything he’s having, and I’m not disappointed. So far, the food is delicious, and I’m enjoying the evening. But our conversations have been very superficial until now. He asked me about my family in the car and that for me was bad enough. Now this?The worst part for me is how genuinely interested he looks in. He’s digging into his pasta dish—the same one as mine—and he’s looking at me in a way that makes me feel seen. Desired. “Well,” I say after realizing that I’ve been silent for too long, “I don’t think there’s much to say. I think I’ve said enough in the car.”His expression shifts. “If it’s not something you’re comfortable with talking about—”“No, no,” I say, shaking my head and feeling like crap for having given him that answer. I know it’s not fair to him because he’s trying to be nice and find out more about me. Also, it’s not his fault that I have so much bag

AdaI think of coming in a bit later to work so I won’t really come across Max, then decide against it when I realize that it’s probably a bad idea. Because we’re dating, people might think I’m taking an advantage of that fact. Even he might think that. And I’m not. It’s not that I’m avoiding him because I want to get back to point zero where we used to damn ignore each other and not talk for days before inevitably kissing when we did see each other. No, it’s because I’m anxious of what he’s going to do. He’s shown that he’s reckless and doesn’t care what people think, and I don’t think I’ll be comfortable if he kisses me in front of the other employees. I’d feel horrible. But I have to face it, so I arrive on time. I get dressed, feeling a little lethargic for some reason. My mother’s words are swimming in my head and making it hard for me to concentrate. They were so rude, weren’t they? I can’t get them out of my mouth. For her to give me an ultimatum like that when she knows h

Ada Words can’t describe the feeling that rips through me as I turn my head to see the person that has just called me by my real name out loud. The face I see confuses me for a few long seconds because I don’t recognize it right away. I have to put a name to the face I haven’t seen in quite a long time, and I realize that the last time I’ve seen this man was when we were both teens. In high school.“Wes?” I say. “West Zorn?”“Yeah, hi,” he says to me before striding toward me. Every step he takes increases my horror. This is really happening. There’s someone in this house who knows my real name and I still don’t know what he’s doing here. “I thought it was you. I’d recognize that face anywhere.”I try to smile but I’m uneasy now. What the hell is he doing here? “Yeah, what are you doing here?”“I’m actually here with a friend,” he claims as he slides his hands into his pockets. “Rebecca. I’m sure you know who she is, considering you work here.”“You’re Rebecca’s friend?”“We’re jus

AdaA month has passed by. A whole month. It's almost hard for me to believe it. I didn't think I'd stay here this long. This wasn't the initial plan at all. I was meant to get in and get out. Simple. But things didn't work out and I'm still here. Nothing. Not a shred of evidence has been found as of yet, and yes, I have been to Reynold's room. I got lucky last week as he had to leave the house to go to the doctor. I had the room all to myself and of course, I didn't find a single thing. I'm starting to get demoralized and hopeless. In fact, I'm completely hopeless at this point. This is starting to feel like some sick joke. Did Reynold Loxley even kill my father? Because apart from that land they disputed, I don't see how else they could be connected. I haven't had the chance to talk to Harry about it because he's been ignoring me, too. So has Damson. No surprise there. My mother told me I'd stop being her daughter unless I quit this, and they just left me, too. I'm all alone.

Ada The next day, I give Wes bad looks and all he does is smile at me indifferently like he couldn't care less about what I think. I want to strangle him, that's what I want to do. I wish I had the courage to just walk up to him, yell, then slap him. He'd deserve it. How dare he come to my apartment to deliver that gift? How dare he? What kind of game is he playing? You think you know people, but you don't. I find myself daydreaming about school and wishing that I'd ignored him. He wouldn't have known anything about me. But since we were kind of friends, I can say we know each other pretty well. If I knew then that he'd turn out to be this stinky, shameless gigolo, I would never in a million years have been friends with him. But it's too late to think about that now. Since this is technically going to be my last day working as a maid, I decide to celebrate by not looking for any clues. I'm done. Really, I am. I lost an important part of myself looking for clues. Plotting revenge