CATHERINE SMITH
"Mr. Park, can I help with anything?" I asked, trying not to show my nervousness.
"I want to talk to you before you leave," he replied.
I felt my heart race in my chest.
"Can you tell me what it's about?" I asked, feeling even more apprehensive.
"I'll take you home, and we can finish our earlier conversation," he said calmly, a roguish smile playing on his lips.
I felt embarrassed. Even though no one was around us, it was impossible not to feel ashamed about almost kissing him earlier.
"Mr. Park, I appreciate your offer to take me home, but—"
"I won't take no for an answer, Catherine. I said I'm taking you," he spoke with authority, making it clear that I couldn't refuse.
I was shocked by his tone. Samuel was the kind of man who couldn’t stand being contradicted, e
