Chapter 22: Kissing Her

Hugh's POV

I waited outside her apartment building and saw a car pull up. A man opened the passenger door, and Sheila stepped out.

She wore a cream-colored blouse and a short skirt, her red hair making her look like a cherry ice cream in summer. She seemed in good spirits, which eased some of my worries. I'd feared yesterday's ordeal might have left her deeply shaken.

However, I couldn't help but feel curious about the man accompanying her. I approached cautiously.

"Sheila," I said as I pulled out the camera and glanced at the man beside her, deciding not to say much more.

Understanding my intention, Sheila turned to the man. "Wait here. I need to talk to him alone."

Once we were a short distance away, I inquired, "Who is he?"

"A bodyguard that Will hired for me."

"Will really takes care of you, huh! Does he treat all his employees this way?" I mockingly remarked.

"Give me the photos," Sheila redirected the conversation, taking the camera. She then asked, "Have you seen these?"

"Yes,