Fallon POV
Have you ever had this feeling like you wanted to vomit because you were too shaken and guilty at the same time? That’s what I’ve been experiencing right now. After Roger pulled me out of the restaurant and we were both back in the car, no one made an attempt to start a conversation with each other.
I could still remember how degrading the way Mr. Andrew’s looked at me after Roger punched his assistant. He must’ve sided with that geeky bastard. He must’ve thought that I was the one guilty here.
His assistant is a disgusting pervert. Thank God Roger came at the right time to save me from getting molested. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Roger suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between us.
“Umm? I am okay… Thank you for your help earlier.” I replied, looking out
