Eleanora pov
I began panicking as I got confused about what to do next. Should I pull up my heels and start chasing Oliver, or should I stand and watch while he rides away? Even though I wanted to chase after him, I don't have a single chance in catching up to him.
"Eleanora, what's the problem?" Abigail's voice sounded, but my attention wasn't focused on her. My eyes stared through the glass as I kept regretting not giving Oliver my number. At least he might have called to return my things.
Or is he some kind of thief running with my things? No, that's not possible. A person of that nature, riding such an expensive car, could never bring himself so low as to steal something that cheap from me.
Abigail was persistent with her questions. She saw how pale my face was and how confused I
