Anaya dragged Hearst and walked for a long distance. When she came back to her senses, they had already arrived at an unknown place.
Anaya let go of Hearst's hand. "Mr. Helms, I'm sorry to have got you involved..."
Hearst was also going to work, but Anaya pulled him over.
"It doesn't matter. I can't stay out of your affairs to begin with."
Seeing that Hearst wasn't angry, Anaya breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and walked toward the edge of the sidewalk. Anaya walked to the road and said, "Mr. Helms, I'll hail a taxi for you. I'll pay the fare."
She stopped by the side of the road. The person behind her suddenly called out to her, "Anaya."
"Huh?"
Anaya turned her head, and Hearst stood behind her.
The familiar smell pressed against her face. Her nose brushed past his tie and gained the fragrance of herbs.
Anaya felt her heart suddenly skip a beat.