I looked at him with my eyes wide opened. Am I that obvious? Probably? I never really care about the rich men in the high society until my situation calls for it.
I badly want to avoid the castigating look in his eyes but I am very much aware that if I did that. I will look guilty, until the day that I die. I'm going to live my life denying such assumption especially if it's from Clyde.
He lifted my chin so our eyes could meet more. My knees grow weaker. If it werent for the quick help from his hand, I would fallen on the ground.
I muster up not just my strength but my courage too, to be able to shove his hand off my face and keep my composure cool and unbothered, deep inside, my soul is dying to runaway from my body.
"Excuse me? You know what. I appreciate your help but I think I c
