Alonzo's last words kept playing in my mind like a broken record, repeating over and over again. It was all I could think about during the ride back to the mansion.
I couldn’t respond or speak to him about what he said because I felt that his feelings for me were genuine. I was scared to find out that my assumptions about his feelings were wrong. I was afraid to confirm it.
I admit I was a coward. Alonzo intimidated me.
Until we arrived back at the mansion, neither of us dared to break the silence that enveloped us. It was as if his silence was deafening. This is… unusual.
When he stopped the car in front of the mansion's main door, we exchanged glances in the rearview mirror, but he was the first to look away and silently got out of the car.
I watched as he threw the keys to the guar
