Krista's POV
My heartfelt uncomfortable. Rashad didn't believe I would hurt anyone, but Cheney just kicked me out in a cold way.
I pushed Rashad away, my eyebrows condensed, and my voice lost with anger. "I told you, don't touch me!"
I snorted, turned, and walked to the door. Seeing that he didn't move, I turned around and stared at him. "Open the door, you brought me out. You are the one who is responsible to send me back."
He smiled, went over, and pulled the door open. I got on the bus. On our way, back to the Fischer's mansion, he immediately asked, "Does your hand... still hurt?
"No matter how painful it is, I did it because of Flora."
I still have the memories in my mind. I even converted it in my mind in the way I can think of it. With my position and angle, I didn't touch the baking tray, and if I really touched the baking tray, it was impossible for my waist not to feel the heat.