He stared at me in disbelief, his eyebrows meeting in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"This lady and another one planned to spike your drink! I heard them in the restroom," I explained, glaring at the lady, who shook in fright.
At that moment, she tried running, but one of the guards went after her and brought her back.
"Don't cause a scene here. Take her in, I'll attend to her when I'm off the stage," Diego commanded, his expression darkening.
I shivered at the look in his eyes, he looked like he could kill.
"Thanks," he said to me. "For doing that."
"Huh?" I muttered, absent-mindedly.
"You said you hated me, right? Then, why did you help me? If anyone was to do that, I didn't expect it from you," he uttered.
He was actually right. It got me questioning myself why I really
