The Cold, Bullying Ones

A month passed by slowly, watching Lauren’s injury fully heal. Thanks to Doctor Alfred’s expertise, no scar was left to remind her that it was once there. Now, she could wear a low shoulder dress like the one she wore now. Malcolm had told her they were going out. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. What if things turned out bad the way they did the previous time? When she finally came out of the room, Malcolm was waiting for her in the car. He was reclining on the seat with his eyes closed as usual. It made her wonder if he was really sleeping.

  “Umm… where are we going?” she asked but got no reply. Nodding, she turned to face her front. Maybe he was truly napping.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t send you off to a room full of arrogant looking women.” A baritone voice sounded just right beside her ear, making her jerk just a bit.

Lauren blushed, “That was not what…”