Tyrell
It was exactly like I thought. She didn't go to meet them, at least not until today. She has so many ways of making me feel guilty, something that was strange to me.
I watched as she stared at me, wide-eyed, yet looking so sad that I could feel my dead heart skip a beat.
Why? Why is she making this hard for me? Why can't I get her out of my mind? What's so special about her?
I stared at her for some time and was about to say something when the men behind me called her, and she walked in.
Despite her straight face, I could tell that she was scared, probably wondering what I must have told them about her.
It doesn't matter, though. She would come out smiling, and that was the problem.
I can't resist her smiling. It'll make my plans of ignoring her and cutting off every single
