strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-EIGHTEEN:

Luke woke up before me every morning, and when he got home, he just ran straight into his room without me knowing who he was. When he got home, he went straight into his room. As Dylan, Donna, and I packed up all the things I had left behind in my old apartment, he stood by the door and watched silently as we packed everything up. When I thought about my old apartment, I got cold and shivered. The thought of leaving my apartment made me frightened. I'm so thankful that Luke gave me the chance to remain here. In fact, if I was making him uncomfortable, I had to find an apartment right away and get out of here immediately. "I apologize," I said sheepishly. I slammed the coffee cup into the sink a little harder than I intended. She assumed it was still awkward with you and Luke. Donna jumped up beside me, let out a startled squeak. The things I had thought were okay are now gone. I don't know what to do. I can't even speak to him anymore. "Oh yeah, did you ever get to Lang's?" she gasped. "You don't know, I thought he just wanted to get out of the house." I turned my attention to her. "He said he had something to show you, something from the security cameras." Then I realized he had something to show you. Although I wasn't able to get it from Lang's, he told me about something from his security cameras." I didn't get it there. "No, I forgot." Wilson told me that he had something to show you. The woman, who had already seen my brother leave, crossed her arms and shook her head.

"Why?" I asked Donna. Having already seen the footage, I wasn't sure if he had found anything new. He had not told me about it, so I rescheduled to go back to Lang's. I was blown away by the fact that I had forgotten to go back. It had been more than a week since I last saw him. Has he still been waiting for me? Did he still have the video? Work went by slowly then. Suddenly, my fingers started twitching and I felt an overwhelming burden. Since I couldn't hear the ticking of the clock, I threw off my apron off and started clocking out. Seeing that we were going to lock the shop, I urged Donna to leave it. "I'd like to come with you," she said. "Okay," I replied. "I think I will drive." It was a sleek black Dodge Charger that was a perfect fit for me. I loved my clunker, but I knew I needed to leave it here in the parking lot for now. We both looked at the rental car Luke gave me, thinking, "Maybe I should make some mileage on it while I am here.". I could drive myself around and park it at Bennett's house if I wanted. There was a big television screen showing sports, the news, or Parks and Recreation in Lang's, which was located downtown. It was packed, as it was a Friday evening, so there would be loud shouts by men playing pool every time we entered. As I groaned, I wondered if I liked this place, but my brother fit in perfectly. In contrast, Donna, on the other hand, I wasn't sure whether she liked it or not, despite the fact that she came here regularly. Wilson was chatting with the bartender behind the bar. "Hi Alison. It's been a while." Wilson said. " He nodded sympathetically. "I'm glad you're back. I thought you hadn't show up," he said slightly raising his voice to be heard. "I am sorry - it's been a hectic week, it's been a hectic month." He nodded sympathetically as he said. "Have you heard from your brother recently?" "No, not recently," she replied. "Why?" "I think he's right." We turned around and followed Allison into his office, where it was much quieter. The two of us sat in leather chairs on the other side of the desk. It is my understanding that your brother left the parking lot and entered it again in the same video that I saw earlier, so I asked him, "What is the video that you want to show me?" He took a seat on his desk. "Well, your brother's new lawyer asked me to review it for him and pointed out something we missed." I don't know why we did not notice." My brother had hired a new lawyer? While I could recall him having said that he wanted to, I didn't realize that he had actually done so. In the midst of my heart pounding against my chest, I leaned forward in my seat. Then Wilson looked at me with some confusion on his face. "What? Is it proof that he is innocent?" his lips curled up a little. I am not certain. I don't know anything about it. In an effort to identify what you could recognize, I grabbed my knees and stared at the computer screen, eyes searching for something that I recognized. I sat down with Donna and leaned closer to my brother. I

immediately saw him when I looked closely at the screen. His hair was a dark brown, just like mine, just like mine. On that particular evening, he wore a dark denim shirt with a black button-up shirt. He was hard to see on the camera. He tapped on the bottom left of the screen, saying, "We weren't paying attention to the surroundings while watching this.". I glanced at the stranger he had pointed to, moving closer to the screen. It was clear from his face that he had been looking at the camera all along, although he had his back to the camera. When Donna said, "Oh my God," I was thinking about it as well. I

responded by saying, "Oh my God." There was no way we could have overlooked such a thing, as Wilson asked. "There is no way we could have tripped across such a thing," Wilson replied. My brother almost looked exactly like this person from behind the camera when he was wearing a black shirt with dark jeans, a shaggy head and a dark shirt. When I saw him with his back to the camera, he almost looked like his brother. As a matter of fact, this man was dressed virtually identical to him, with the same black shirt, dark jeans, and shaggy hair as my brother did. The only thing that was different between them was this man wore two gold watches on the same wrist. My brother never wore watches. I could only notice the difference between them, because his brother was wearing only one watch. I was surprised to see Donna stare into my face when she grabbed my arm, and her eyes began to water as she looked at me before she released my grip from my hand. The stranger's back caught my attention as I watched, and my gaze went back to the screen as I watched his back and wondered, "What if that was the person who actually stole the car and crashed it? This almost felt familiar to me. Unlike your brother, this wasn't like your brother at all. When I took my first deep breath, I realized that I had not been breathing. Could it be someone I knew? Could it be someone else? Did he look like my brother? As soon as I took a deep breath, I realized that I had been breathing, so I was telling Donna not to chew on her fingernails any longer. Now I was unable to scold her any longer. "How did anybody notice?" Then I shook my head in surprise and replied, "How did no one notice that he looked just like my brother?" I was stunned by what I saw. It caused my chest to tighten, and my hands to become finger-tight fists. I was shocked. Then, Wilson shook his head and replied, "I don't know." My thoughts were that perhaps we were looking for something that wasn't so obvious or something that we overlooked. I do not know.It was at that moment that I felt sick and ill. I had watched the tape over twenty times, and I felt ill every single time. Donna whispered softly to Ella, "We need to work together to succeed." In my mind, I cannot comprehend how the lawyer for my brother was not aware of this." She was right. I felt sick when I saw the tape. Now that I have something to work with, I feel that we can start working together. My breath began to tremble. This was a very new experience for me. I slumped back into my seat, my breath trembling as I slumped into my seat. Perhaps my brother was innocent. In the video, there was something fishy going on, and I could not shake the feeling that there was something wrong with the stranger's head. I had a hard time seeing through his back, and I had a feeling that he might have been lying to me. Honestly, I cannot fathom why he did not inform me about this right away. A man with a sad face stepped into the bar with a grin when the door burst open. Wilson

explained that it was impossible for them to keep it a secret. As I walked into the bar, Wilson said, "I can't believe it." "He told me not to talk about it to anyone but you." I felt something fishy going on." Even though I did not know him, I felt as if I knew him. In fact, I was even more upset that Donna would hang out with this kind of place, and I couldn't believe she would be doing so. When he groaned, he explained, "I am sorry, Sir, for interrupting, but someone flipped over the pool table again, so please accept my apologies for interrupting." As he got up, he said, "I'll keep you posted if anything changes." Donna and I said our goodbyes and then the phone rang, and it was Luke's name on it. We returned to my car. I answered the call, "Hello?" I told him. As of yet, I am not ready to build my house. The reason I am not at your place is that I need to go back now since Channing is coming over soon. I pursed my lips and replied, "I need to get there on time. I'm sorry for any inconvenience." The call had been disconnected, so I pulled my phone out of my face. "Wait a minute! Are you okay?" I yelled. "Oh, what is happening? What's the matter?" "I barely spoke to him all week, and now this?" Donna grinned. "I had barely spoken to him all week, and now this?" I had barely spoken to him all week, and now this?" I responded. "That's almost like being in love. Don't beat your own mother." "Huh. I wonder how I missed that." "Anyway, I guess I have to head back home to see what changes he has made." In my head, I was clenching my fingers on the steering wheel as if my brother was not guilty at all, but I was wondering who my brother really was if the truth out turned out to be. Instead of drinking with his buddies at Lang's, my brother was in jail. It was a quiet night. I went straight back to Luke's when Donna

left. I saw a car that I had never seen before in the driveway, and I was afraid of who was there. I parked my car near it and walked cautiously to the door because I wasn't sure who was there. In addition, I noticed a young man sitting on the front steps of the building wearing a very large black suit, with one hand holding a cardboard box and the other holding a tool case. He had a very loud scream as he jumped, grabbing the tool case in order to defend himself, his curls fraying and his eyes scrunching up behind a thick, black frame as he was squinting. He appeared to be facing me, but his head was down. As he squinted, his curls frayed and he was squinting as he squinted and he grabbed the tool case to defend himself. With thick, black glasses on, he was wearing thick, black glasses with thick, black frames that were thick and black. He relaxed his posture as soon as he told me that, and I felt sorry

for him right away. I smiled, and I felt pity for him. I said, "You are Ella," and I smiled again once he started laughing. "I am Ella." I responded. "You are Channing." He replied. My position in Mr. Connor's office not only includes being his secretary, but I am also his assistant. "I'm so sorry." I said. In my frowning, I told him that I preferred Luke to his mother, and he had asked me to work for him once he had been forced to become a CEO. His mouth closed abruptly and his eyes widening. I became very interested in this story. His mouth was suddenly closed, his eyes widening. He said, "Don't mention I

mentioned him." "I'll don't," I promised. Could Luke's brother be the one to take over? Luke had refused? Channing turned over the drill he was using, looking worried. In response to the question, "Ella?" I said, "Yes, yeah? I hope you can help Luke." "Luke?" "Hi, I don't know who he is," I told him. I know his life isn't going well because of James, and although he doesn't show it, I know he is struggling. I know he doesn't like it that this happened. Please help him move on. Depending on whether he allows you to stay here, I believe you can assist him in getting his life back on track. Are you getting what I'm saying?" I tilted my head to one side. He's trapped because of James' death, and I'm sure the room in his bedroom is still the same as it was when he was alive. Could you please assist him in escaping?" Channing's serious look made me feel heavier in my heart. What was Luke's life like? What was his situation? How could I assist him in this situation? In contrast to Troy, Luke had to deal with what happened to his brother. Just what happened to Troy, what happened to his brother? Occasionally, it seems as if it's impossible to imagine working for him, sometimes it even seems

impossible merely to be near him." I grinned at him. "You're here?" He held up the toolbox. "He wants me to install new locks." "New locks?My personal opinion is that it is just to prevent her from entering without his permission again. I could definitely see where he was coming from. I think Mr. Connor is thinking of you, since it wasn't a problem before." Meeting Mrs. Connor isn't something many people want to do." I agree that it was not an issue before. "So he is forcing you to change the locks?" "Well, he personally told me to, so I don't mind." Was Luke going through all this trouble simply to make sure his mother would not run into me in the future? As for Channing, it was Luke who put him through the trouble in the first place. He had no fault in being put through this, but he was causing him to have to go through it. I asked him if he needed my help. His eyes widened in surprise. There is something wrong with Mr. Connor because I do not have much

knowledge of him." He was installing an electrical lock, was he an all-rounder? I don't know how much I can do, but just tell me what I should do. The only light we had was flood lights in the back and the main light in the front, since it was dark out. I'll get bored anyway. If you insist, I will accept your help." "I am just watching a YouTube video." "A YouTube video?" I became nervous. My word was too late for me to retract. "A YouTube video?" "Maybe it could be helpful if someone else could assist." Despite my best efforts, I was able to take my word back to myself. "What has your experience been working for Luke?" Channing asked. Even though the YouTube video was incredibly helpful in the fact that there were only two doors in Luke's house, it proved surprisingly useful. I have worked for Luke for just a couple of years." However, I have worked for the company for almost seven years now. I whistled lowly. He hesitated, as if he did not want to talk badly about her. "It's getting better," he confessed. He asked,"Do you like it?"." I do." She said. He blushed. The man looked at me transfixed.