With a heavy heart, she followed him to the elevator, then spoke calmly but firmly, "Lance, you’re young. I understand your feelings, but I’m not the one for you. Since you’ve done your research, there’s no point in hiding it. I like Jack. He’s mature, steady, and we had a great time last night."
She mentioned Jack, hoping it would discourage him, thinking Lance would finally back off.
Instead, he stepped even closer, leaning his arm against the car beside her. "Ms. Red, what if I told you Jack doesn’t love you? We all know he still holds onto memories of the woman who saved his life. To him, you’re just a fleeting pleasure."
"But I’m not like him. Since I first saw you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I didn’t have the courage to confess because I was afraid you’d rejec
