Share

Chapter 17

Katrina.

I have never felt so disoriented in my life.

Each morning, waking up felt like dragging myself through a fog, thick and suffocating. The past few days had been feeding up my emotions. I felt confused and regretful.

Damn it! Why did I fucking confessed to him?

What was I thinking? Was it really the right moment, the right words? I had always prided myself on being decisive, but now, doubt gnawed at my every thought.

Standing in front of my wardrobe, I stared at the rows of clothes, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of defeat.

It’s another day of work to the project site. I wanted to look prettier than the usual, so today is different.

“This one? Nah,” I mumbled to myself as I throw away the dull colored dress and find another one. “Seriously, why am I glamming up when I’m just going to the site? It’s not like the Chancellor is there,” I told myself, frustrated because of my behaviour.

In the end, I settled on a dress—a soft, navy-blue number that had always been a favorite.
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status