CHAPTER 309

  ACCIDENTAL

  I stare at my laptop and I'm almost half way through finishing my article. For some reason my mind couldn't stop thinking about that curly man named Benedict Saintclare and how mesmerizing and striking he is. He has this huge impact on an individual just by being himself and that's crazy. Even the thoughts of him still send shiver down my spine.

  Though he's not with me anymore, I feel like he's still here. I know it's plain stupid. But I still feel his green eyes looking at me from the corners of the room, like he's observing me from afar. And the things that happened inside his office a while ago is still stuck in my head.

  Focus Thea, you need to focus on the article not the person about the article.

  But on the bright side, I'm glad that tomorrow's Sunday, I have another day to finalize and edit my article before I could finally pass the finished full story about Benedict Saintclare to my boss.

  Argh, even his name gives me thrills.