Chapter Twenty-five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ROXANNE'S POV

I shook my head vehemently at Mr. Edward's ridiculous suggestion; He wanted me to come live with him. The reason being that, he didn't want to me to get hurt or kidnapped again.

"You really need to consider it" he said in a friendly tone, towering over me.

Grumpy Mr. Edward, had suddenly turned into a kind and friendly angel. With a gentle smile on my lips, I recalled the few pecks he sometimes gave me. The pecks that will work wonders in my aching throat.

He folded his large muscular hands and kept staring at me. He was putting on a casual wear, a white polo, blue jean and white sneakers. He had gotten the discharge letter from the doctor, and was indeed ready to smuggle me back to his house.

What kind of pictorial scandal did he intend to paint? I couldn't agree to live with him. Atleast for the sake of the little moral upbringing I had.