Chapter 42

It was pouring as the black expensive vehicle drove along the drenched streets of Paris. My hands were clutching my own pants as I stared at the leather seat in front of me. I vowed to stay away from him. Yet, I am sitting next to him in his own car while his driver drove us somewhere to eat.

I can't understand my own mood; one moment, I am angry at him. The other, I am pleased. It's just so confusing. This body is broken beyond repair. I glanced back at him occasionally as he browsed his phone in complete silence. Whenever I am with him, he doesn't receive any calls and I find it so different from the things I read. CEOs need to have a busy phone, yet, he is browsing like nothing was happening and furthermore, he didn't go to work today.

I acted like I needed something from my bag to turn my head and check on his phone as he smiled at it. A sharp sting resounded in my heart as the thought of a girl taking his mind appeared. Why was he smiling at it? And why this ride is so long?