Semua Bab His Forbidden Mistress: Bab 31 - Bab 36

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was trying to recognize someone else. For a moment, I just stayed there, breathing slowly, letting my eyes take in every detail. Then I finally found a dress that felt right for tonight—for my dinner date with Harold.It hugged my curves perfectly, the fabric clinging to my body like it was made just for me. There was a slit on the side that revealed just enough of my leg when I moved, and thin strings held the design together in a way that made it look both delicate and bold. It was strapless too, showing the curve of my chest and just enough cleavage to catch attention without trying too hard.The dress was red, deep and striking, with small glitters that shimmered whenever the light touched it. It was eye-catching, the kind of dress that made people look twice. And I knew it. I knew exactly what I looked like in it.I could have chosen something simpler. Something safer. But knowing Harold, a simple dinner date was nev

I managed to react quickly, forcing a confused expression onto my face as I looked at Cyndrel and David.If this were any other day, I would have snapped at Cyndrel.But I had to remember that I was supposed to be someone who didn’t know her. I put up my front, wearing a mask of polite indifference.“I’m sorry. Do I… know you?”The confusion in her eyes was clear. She looked like she had a thousand questions for me, but luckily, she didn’t get the chance to ask.Harold and I moved toward our table, leaving them behind.As we sat down, I noticed Cyndrel and David taking a seat just a few feet away from us. I couldn’t believe they were here, of all places. Seeing David wasn’t part of my plan tonight because I wanted to focus entirely on Harold.I looked at Harold across the table and noticed he was unusually quiet. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, staring blankly at something behind me.“Harold, are you okay?” I asked softly.He blinked and looked at me, his forehead creasing.

The gravel crunched under my boots, a harsh, rhythmic sound that matched the pounding in my chest. Behind me, I could hear Harold’s voice.“Sandra!”He was calling my name, his tone frantic and rising, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. If I looked at him, I’d have to explain the look on my face, and I wasn’t ready to put words to the chaos inside me yet.I reached the car and yanked on the handle. It didn’t budge. I pulled again, harder this time, my breath coming in jagged hitches. Locked. Of course, it was locked. Harold had the keys.“Sandra, wait!”I ignored him, my frustration boiling over into a blind, mindless heat. I grabbed the handle and shook it violently, then, without thinking, I slammed my fist against the window. A dull thud echoed through the glass, followed immediately by a sharp, radiating sting that traveled from my knuckles all the way up to my shoulder.“Ow…” I groaned, clutching my hand to my chest. My bones felt like they had shifted under the skin. It hurt—