MICHELLE's P O V
‘‘I…I truly apologize, Mr Ellison... I was to blame for it. I guess… I should go, and see your dad...’’ To dry my hands, I first rubbed my palm against the fabric of my dress and then played with the hem of my dress with my fingers.
‘‘What…?’’ he frowned. ‘‘I’m still asking you a question. Who brought you here? I do not want other people wasting my time!’’ he slammed his hand on the desk which made me jump on my seat.
‘‘S-sir…’’ I fumbled for words while staring at him in wonder. What happened to the kind, understanding, and affable Devon that I once knew?
I was able to make out the sound of someone knocking on the door, which was followed by the sound of it being opened. I cautiously turned my head and was taken aback by the sight of a stunningly attractive
