All Chapters of The Way He Looks At Me : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“We'd better get going or you're gonna miss your next class,” Arthur stated as he rose to his feet.Ana frowned. “Is it time already?”“Mhm hmm.” Arthur nodded, then held out his hand. “Come on, let's go.”Ana took Arthur's hand, and he gently pulled her up from the bench.“I wish we had more time.” She pouted.Arthur caressed her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “Me too.”Ana still couldn't believe that this man was hers.“But you have to get to class,” Arthur intertwined their hands, “Come on, let's go.”Hand in hand, they walked towards the car.Ana sat by the passenger seat, and Arthur sat behind the wheel. As he was about to start the car, Ana stopped him.“Oh, wait!”“What?”“New phone.” Ana blurted, “You broke my phone yesterday, so I need to buy a new one.”“Oh, right now?”Ana nodded, “Yes, right now.”“Can't it wait?” Arthur asked, “You'll be late for class.”“Come on, let's go.”You'll be the end of me, Ana. I swear. Arthur thought to himself as he started the car and began

Ethan was so engrossed in the papers that he didn't realize how much time had passed. There was so much to do since he's been away for so long. He hadn't had a moment to himself for the whole day since his schedule was packed with numerous business meetings and matters that needed his urgent attention; hence, the thought of Lincoln had escaped his mind the whole day. The text from Ana on I***a dropped, and he received a notification, but his phone was in silent mode to curb any distractions. His neck, which had been stiff for the past hours, began to hurt immensely, and he reclined back in his comfortable chair, then exhaled. Even though he was extremely exhausted, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He was a workaholic, which was typical of every CEO. He rose to his feet and stretched himself out, cracked his knuckles and neck, then sat back down in his chair and pulled the paperwork closer. Just then, a knock came through the door, which opened almost immediately, and Mark s

Harry Smith tossed the newspaper on the table and glared up at Ana.Ana averted her eyes.“Pick it up,” Harry growled in a slow, hissing voice that set Ana's teeth on edge.Ana picked up the newspaper.“Read it out.”Lincoln sat with bated breath as he waited.Ana exhaled and read out the words from the newspaper, “Police Arrest Three in Shocking Exploitation Case… Hunter Woods, Son of Benjamin Woods, Named Mastermind.”“You were one of his victims, were you?” Harry demanded, leaning forward, his jaw tightening.“No, I wasn't.”“Are you sure?” He hissed.Ana glanced up and met her father's gaze. “Yes, I wasn't.”“You both see exactly why I don't want you associating with anyone?” Harry demanded of both of them, but they both kept mute. He slammed at the table, startling them, “Do you?!”“Yes, Dad.” They both chorused.“Almost the same thing happened to Lincoln when he was in college, and I had to pay a huge sum of money to stop that video from getting out to the public,” Harry turned

Ethan was standing in front of the door, wearing shorts alongside a hoodie covering his whole face and side profile. Lincoln couldn't believe his eyes. Is that… really Ethan? How on earth… “Come with me.” Ethan said softly, “Let’s go.” “Uh… where?” “Let's get out of here.” “But…” “Come on.” Ethan grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of the room, then shut the door. Without any resistance, Lincoln allowed himself to be dragged by Ethan. His heart was pounding so fast against his chest that he could hardly think. He still couldn't believe that Ethan was here. They didn't take the elevator. Rather, they took the stairs. And exited through the back door, where a blue car was waiting. Ethan opened the car door for him, and he entered. Shutting the door, he rounded the car and got behind the wheel, then began to drive. Lincoln sat silent, his sweaty palms clenched tightly in his lap, his heart still racing. How on earth is Ethan here? No, how did he know that I'm in

Rahim slowly raised his head up and opened his eyes, and for a while he didn't remember where he was. “Oh, I'm at the hotel,” He groaned, rubbing his eyes, “When did I fall asleep? What's the time?” He glanced down at his wristwatch, and the time read 6:33 PM. “We should get dinner and prepare for our meeting tomorrow,” He muttered to himself as he rose to his feet, then headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he came out of the bathroom and put on a clean Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Then he walked out of the room and knocked on Lincoln's door, which was opposite his. There was no response. “Hey, bro,” He leaned forward and knocked again. “We gotta go get dinner.” He waited for a response, but none came. “Bro?” He called out, now slightly alarmed. “You there?” Still no response. “This is no joke, if you're there, say something.” He said in a raspy tone. When no response came this time, he grabbed the doorknob and turned it, and to his surprise, the door opened. He p