Chapter 11

"I am taking you to a fine restaurant" Harold replied. He was the one driving, now that his secretary had left them to handle the affair concerning his suit.

"I'm not going to allow that nasty woman to ruin your evening" Harold added.

When they were stepping into the restaurant, Lily held on to his hand and squeezed it, as if to tell him that she was on his side by all means.

Harold could sense her aura. "Do you feel sorry for me?" Harold asked her. He knew that she was conscious of his facial predicament, and was ready to do anything it took to make him feel comfortable wherever he went to, as long as she was there.