"You...?"
Aldrich pointed at her as if he needed to confirm she was real. His brows pulled together, a faint crease forming between them.
“You’re the woman who… who helped me. The one who took me to her apartment.”
Hermelyn rolled her eyes, and with that quick, sharp movement, she expressed a whole attitude of her own.
“Wow, look at you... remembering me, and those things huh,” she said dryly.
She crossed her arms. “Sorry if I didn’t leave you lying unconscious on the bridge. It's my mistake for saving your life.”
Aldrich blinked, taken aback. “My men.. were supposed to...”
“Your men?” She raised a brow even higher. "Well, they weren’t there.” She leaned slightly forward.
“Next time, tell them not to sleep inside the car while you’re drunk and soul-less.” Hermelyn added.
Aldrich
