Rather Die Than Leave

I squinted my eyes in pleasure and leaned in Wyatt's embrace while he strode toward the mansion, carrying me in bridal-style, his steps unhurried and steady.

Although our date had ended abruptly due to a certain jerk, being in Wyatt's presence and having Wyatt accompany me was the best feeling ever.

The sudden and familiar smooth honk of a car broke the calmness and attracted our attention.

I almost faltered when I saw Oswald's car sleekly drive into the compound before parking next to Wyatt's car.

I gritted my due to helplessness and mixed emotions. Can this person not be so shameless? Can he learn to give us our space? Can he?

Oswald alighted the car and strode toward us with his hands leisurely tucked in his trousers pocket.

I ran my hands through my hair and glared at him. Isn't this person remorseful that he put an end to our date? Why is he here again? To interrupt our space?

"You, what are you doing here again?" I inquired while glaring at Oswald, a surge of indignation overw