strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-ELEVEN:

The moment Luke saw me, he quickly turned his head in my direction. Even though I tried very hard to ignore the situation, I was almost unable to ignore what was happening around me. With his eyes following me wherever I walked, it

seemed as if he was always watching me.

Using my homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs is his idea of a delicious dinner (which is almost ignited because he watches me so intently). The only thing that made me uncomfortable was his constant gaze, which made me feel uncomfortable. While we were eating dinner, it seemed as though he had missed his mouth five times. This caused him to have a stain on his pale skin after he failed to wipe away the tomato sauce trailing down his chin. He failed to

wipe it away after hitting his mouth five times. I ate with my head down so I would not have to make eye contact with him. I was initially struck by the strangeness of his behavior when I first noticed it. It seemed to me that he was acting in such a way for a reason. Did he show interest in me because he was told about my family when he first heard about me? When I knew how he was going to react, it would have been better if I had not mentioned it to him. The sudden and drastic turn that he had made in his demeanor and attitude had taken me a moment or two to adjust to. The way he had treated me must have made him feel hurt, didn't it? Didn't he feel guilty about how he had treated me? Although he took things a bit too far for me, I admire what he did even though it was a bit much for me. As I recollected the last time he hugged me, I was surprised by how tightly he engulfed me, as I remembered how he did it. Has he worked out lately? Is there any chance that he has? Even though the feeling was pleasant, I walked away. I shrugged and walked away with a shrug of my shoulders. Ella, no. The thought of thinking like that is completely inconceivable to me. I shouldn't have thought about Ella even though my desire for human contact and attention was

strong. During my time working for him, I was able to learn a lot. His attention was caught by my stare, so for a moment, he jumped, as if he had been caught by surprise. Although his food had missed his mouth once again, he failed to wipe it away. As I sighed, I reached over and touched his face with the napkin I had soaked in water before reaching over to wipe his face. "What are you doing?" He asked me, grabbing my wrist with both his hands and holding it away from him as he snatched my wrist from me. As he grabbed a napkin out of my hand, he held it to his mouth and wiped it around. He then rubbed the sauce around his cheeks and let it go. He apologized once again for the inconvenience. What did he mean by that? Is that what he was trying to convey when he said that? In my opinion, it's not very pleasant to see you not doing well, so I asked you, "What's wrong with you today?" I find it odd when people stare at me and apologize to me. Upon hearing that, he replied, "Yes, that is indeed the case." As I pleaded with him that I was not staring at him, he gave me a flat look as I insisted that I was not. I have no idea what I should do with you right now. I just don't know what I should do with you at this point. The situation you are in, there is no one like you in the world that I've encountered." "Uh...How about if you treat me the same way that you would a human?" I replied. As he intoned, "I am poor, but I am not dying or anything like that." with a gloomy expression on his face, the man thought, "Wow, that's pleasant to hear." Now that he has learned more about what he has done, it seems to be clear that he is now more aware of how he had mistreated her and how he had mistreated her in the past. I shifted slightly in my seat as I struggled with what to say so as not to offend you. "I mean, I already said it's okay. It's okay, you're forgiven. As he shook his head and said, "We're putting this behind us." he chuckled. "I'm aiming to be more considerate of those who are less fortunate in life." "What do you mean?" "At least he was trying. His eyes widened. In response, I reached across the table and patted his hand once again, bringing my gaze to him as I spoke. He leaned across the table again and patted his hand, telling me "I know you are working hard, but it shouldn't be so complex," as I focused on working on my own. I patted his hand once again as I leaned across the table and I urged him not to overwork himself. I knew he would have a hard time. Despite my attempts to pull away from him, he grabbed my hand again after I tried to pull away from him. Isn't there something resentful in your eyes because of what I have done to you? Despite the force with which he grabbed my hand, I was unable to pull it from his grasp. To put it simply, I bought you as my pretend girlfriend by bribing you. "Dude, Luke," I replied, not wanting to hear about his laments. "It was a great relief for me to be able to offer you such a high amount of money, so I was confident you would not refuse." "It doesn't matter if you realize what you've done wrong." Don't think about it anymore. He frowned again and again. I thought he looked cute for the second time. It reminded me of a puppy being scolded, which made me feel he was a bit cute. For some reason, he lost his cocky attitude for the time being. "You're not eating your meatballs," he finally commented. "Uh, I don't like spaghetti and meatballs," I confessed sheepishly. "Why didn't you say that?" I asked. It wasn't in my nature to spoil their fun, but I couldn't do that." I murmured, shrugging my shoulders. "The noodles aren't too bad." "What do you usually eat?" In response to his question, the seat in front of him leaned forward slightly. He looked at me like an alien specimen for a moment, then his eyes performed a once-over on my body and I felt compelled to yell. He looked at me with a look that seemed as if he were a sort of alien gaze for a moment, then his eyes scanned my body once again as if they were scanning an alien specimen, and finally, he said to me, "I eat whatever doesn't need to be cooked." I don't have time to eat during the day. I like to treat myself to Taco Bell occasionally, however." My turn was to frown, and I did so with a serious expression. Do you think it is possible for trash wrapped in plastic to be eaten instead of being thrown away?" I asked. "Everyone knows it's terrible for you," but not everybody has tried it." "Have you read the ingredients?" I asked. It was a slow, delicious death, he murmured in a distant voice. He glanced at me warily before saying, "There's nothing like it." Since I can only afford to take you on one date with me, I will take you to Taco Bell." "That does not sound inviting!" I joked. Unfortunately, the poor little man must have thought that I was serious because he stared at me with that pitying look once more. It is concerning to me that your health has degraded in recent years." "This is in addition to the fact that you seem disinterested in trying something else," I answered. He asked, considering what he had just said, "Isn't it a better idea if you learn about my life so that you aren't offended by my words?" My phone buzzed,

so I grabbed it, seeing that my boss from Coffee House had texted me. I replied, "I guess you're right." I said. "I'll show you the bottom of the barrel," he replied. A brief message from my boss prompted my phone to buzz again. I heard it buzz once again,

letting me know that he had left me a message. Do you think that opening tomorrow would be an excellent idea? Would that be possible? I'm sick. "Ughhh," I groaned. It's four in the morning, Luke. In my position, I am supposed to cover my

boss's duties whilst he is ill. The clock was ticking. By the time it was nine in the morning, it was already nearly nine in the morning. In response to my boss' request to go home after dinner, I said, knowing that if I got there early, I would be entitled to

overtime. I replied, "Well, I want the money, that's why I'm coming in so early." I replied, "Nah, I want the money." For the effort to be justified, there must be a sufficient benefit. After Luke gave me a look that made me think he would argue with me for a moment, he just sighed lightly instead. If you want to leave now, we can do so; I will finish my meal later on. "I usually cope with five hours of sleep a night since I don't get enough sleep." I replied as I got up, thinking, "I don't usually make it if I only get five hours of sleep a night". Having almost walked into the room that he had scolded me for almost entering earlier, I caught myself glancing back at it as we left his house. I wondered whether there was anything you wanted me to do. He did not like me to clean up. I can do it right after we leave. Let's go." It is somewhat understandable to me that he did not want me to go into his brother's room since it was his brother's room. There was a time when he lived with his brother but is it still the

case that he lives with his brother? What if Luke didn't leave his room set up if he didn't plan on leaving it that way? Why would he do that? There is a possibility that he may have been born into a similar family as mine. My awe was in the air as he flung open the door to his fancy BMW, and we began walking towards it as he opened the door. It wasn't until the car started that I turned on Sirius XM. I enjoyed the rare opportunity I had to listen to Sirius XM, and Luke wasn't speaking to me yet. When the

radio started playing, I thought it was going to be the beginning of something good. Even though he had already reached the halfway point of my house, he had not yet spoken to me. As I talked more, the more it became clear to me that he was taking what I had to say quite literally. As a result of the silence, I asked, "What's next?" She answered, "You're talking about tricking your mother." "What do you mean?" I asked. There was an apparent drumming sound coming from his hands as he sat behind the wheel. Having said that, I think I can make appropriate use of the situation tomorrow at work. It looks like she will talk to me then, so I guess I should take advantage of the situation." I nodded. I guess that would be the next step." I caught my breath when he responded, "As if I was pretending, I wouldn't be saying anything like that.". I think you should tell me that I am very attractive and that I have an outstanding personality. Wow. He agreed with me? As a result of his coughing after he had said what he had said, we can assume that he was aware of what he had said when he said it. Additionally, I have come across girls who look better than you." "Wha-hey!" I called back. As he ignored my indignation, he continued by saying something along those lines, while he ignored my indignation hiss. Crossing my arms, I stood. As Luke turned to me, he made a comment that caught my attention. "I bet she will not believe you." "What do you think?" I asked off-hand. I can't believe you called yourself tactful," he said. "If I didn't know what tactfulness meant or how it worked, I wouldn't have called myself that." "I can't believe you called yourself tactful." "Do you even know what tactfulness is?" I am poor but my paupers represent my opponent, and as a result, I am illiterate." There was no implication of that at all. Insinuating anything that was not there was never my intention. "I had no intention of suggesting anything at all." "But whether I understood your meaning or not, I had no reason to understand...I'm just a poor girl who has nobody to love me." "Don't spoil her!" I said out loud. There was exasperation in his voice, and he sounded frustrated as he said the words. I didn't understand what you were saying, and I didn't understand why you just started singing; what was going on?" I blinked at him. "I don't know if these are lyrics," I said as I looked up at the lyrics." I glanced at the title at the end of the song." Bohemian Rhapsody." I said. "Bo- what?" A sense of calm washed over me as I touched my forehead. At a traffic light, Luke, at the time, said to a pedestrian, "I'm not a fan of music." For Luke, life has been challenging so far, which is why it's easy to see why your radio is never on." "I'm not a fan of music," Luke replied. There was a

look of disbelief on his face when he realized I wasn't familiar with his address. To answer his question, I said, "I'm distracted by music." This was the response I got to him after I taught him one of the world's most famous songs. "I think that we

were meant to meet Luke," was one of the first things I said to him when he turned to look at me with this expression of apprehension on his face. Even so, despite the presence of apprehension on his face, he continued to look at me with an expression of apprehension on his face. As I spoke to him, I said, "I will give you some advice on how you can proceed in the future." There is no doubt that as we develop into old age, the age difference between us becomes greater and greater. In an aging body, the amount of time you spend on things like " Do not act like you are thirsty when you are not," I told her. Right as the light turned green and he hit the gas, I learned a new way of syncing my blue tooth with his car. My first move was to adjust the volume on the radio a notch higher than what he was used to, so I played it at a slightly louder volume than what he was used to. As Luke introduced the song, there was an expressionless look on his face that accompanied the intro. The only thing I could do was bite my tongue to keep from singing so he would not be distracted by my singing. The next thing I did was sing quietly, "Mama, you killed a man." rather than resist any longer. Something was disturbing about the comment Luke made. My scowl was the result of having turned down the volume on the speaker and scowled at it. My next step was to turn the volume back up and let Luke know he needed to be quiet. As soon as Luke replied, I turned up the volume again to hear what he was saying. It took me a few moments to get out of the car after we had pulled onto my street, however, I waited until the last note of the song was played. When the overhead light turned on and Luke's reaction caught my eye, my attention was immediately drawn to it. The face he was wearing at that moment was filled with a look of unsureness as he replied, "That is pretty amazing, isn't it?" "His singing is different from anyone else's," he replied to his description. "But it's amazing." The next

thing that happened was blushing. The moment he told me "That wasn't the point! The point was that you missed the point!" I jumped up and down in frustration from ear to ear. "No buts, I am leaving," I shouted and dashed for the door as fast as I could.

The first thing I told him was to get that song and memorize the lyrics by heart. What made him like my singing? He seemed to like it, didn't he? Suddenly I heard the sound of a dying whale coming from within me, and I knew that I had to stop it. I had gotten too absorbed in the lyrics of the song in the middle of it. How embarrassing. "Ella," replied the young man, chuckling as he replied to the young woman's question. When I saw light in the room of my apartment, I froze in mid-stutter when I caught sight of the old man staring at me and giving him a dirty look. "Wait..." "What?" I felt dread run through my chest. Luke glanced up at my apartment as well, and he noticed that my light wasn't on when I left. There had been several squatters earlier on in the day, so I wasn't sure if I could trust what I saw. I recalled the squatters I had seen earlier in the afternoon when I thought, "Positive..." In a flash of horror, I became a victim of being ripped off from my seatbelt. During the time that I was shaking the door open, my hands were shaking. As I shattered the glass, I cried out, "What?" and the glass broke into a thousand pieces. While racing around the car, Luke grabbed my arm and grabbed me by the arm as the car door opened. "Wait," he demanded. He stared back at me with a look of widening in his eyes. The lightheartedness that had existed in our relationship early on was gone, so he said, "I think someone might have broken into your house." "Don't go in there alone," he advised me. It almost felt as if my heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it almost painfully. After taking a few deep breaths, I was able to calm myself down a little bit. I waved at him, jerking my hand harder than I should, but he just waved back at me. I thought maybe I might have just left the light on. I waved him off. "Right now, I'm more nervous than leaving you alone." I brushed him off. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my arm and I felt guilty for being so harsh so I let go of his hand. "I'm fine," I replied with a smile. He let go of my arm and I felt bad for being so harsh. It's probably nothing. He looked unconvinced when I said I knew there would be asbestos in the room. I looked at my apartment, restless about going up that staircase alone, but knowing I hadn't left the lamp on. He looked at me, unconvinced. At the same time, I knew I hadn't put the light on. "Oh, fine," I said. "Come on in." It seemed as if he was expecting me to say. You don't have to go in, but please don't go in." "OK," he agreed. He texted his assistant first. "Why? As he pulled out his phone, he replied, "In case someone is inside and something goes wrong." In response, I glanced at him wryly and said, "I doubt it will be that bad." As he replied, he slid his phone back into his pocket and said, "I'm an important person." Everything was eerily quiet in the building when I entered it. The lights had been turned off and the door had been locked. "Alright, let's go in." I replied, "I doubt it will be that bad." I gave him a wry look. Light usually filters into the first-floor room via a c***k in the door of the hallway, and a hallway light is generally on in the hallway. The steps above were brought to my attention and I decided to ignore them. Seeing that my door was open, I knew that there was a problem when it was obvious that something was wrong. I could feel my heart skipping a beat as I waded through a thousand thoughts that frantically raced through my mind. Who was it? What did they take? Is it possible that they only

needed some food because they were starving? Trying to tell Luke to stay away from this door, I opened my mouth to tell him to stay away from it, but he opened it all the way when he brushed past me and walked towards it. I did not even know

what was happening before me, but what I saw before me was enough for me to shut up. It appeared that all my belongings had been haphazardly thrown across the floor. There seemed to be nothing but a random intruder looking through what I had to

offer, and ripping open or shredding whatever looked like it could contain something of interest. As a result, the spines of all the books on my bookshelf were twisted because they were open on the floor. During the past five years, I have used

a TV and a DVD player. These devices have disappeared. Lamps were missing. My father had gifted me with a fleece blanket which I lost, along with a pair of socks that I was also missing from my bag. There was an impassive expression on Luke's face as he announced that he was calling the police. It seemed to me that he was completely obfuscating his thoughts. There was no difference between my attitude at the moment and yours at the moment. Amid everything that was happening, I had a hard time taking it all in. I found my house to be trashed after the storm. This is what I'm thinking. My room did not have a TV or DVD player, and I had an old, unreliable television that was five years old that was crappy. A lamp was missing. A fleece blanket had also been given to me by my father. The impassive look on Luke's face indicated that he was planning to call the police. For the longest time, I had no idea what he was thinking. At the moment, I was not bothered by the issue either. I had a hard time taking in the scene. A complete mess had been made of my apartment. The house I was living in was damaged beyond repair.