As we walked out of the restaurant, I started to wonder why Kaleah was getting nervous again. Turns out, in grandmother’s whole plan she had assumed that Kaleah and I would be on good terms enough to not send her a driver to take her home. Yes, I know, how smart of her. “I will call a taxi; you do not have to drive me home.” She shyly exclaimed, the more she speaks, the more she exposes her true feelings. She still avoided my gaze and would stop at nothing to be away from me, it sends a sharp pain in my heart. “I do not mind driving you home, I am sure letting my fiancé who was stalked, walk home wouldn’t make me a good partner would it?” “But you have prior engagements you need to rush to” she flashes a genuine smile, a smile I wish she would causally show me, “I can always call Cyan to come pick me up.” I pause to examine her for a moment, though she still was physical anxious, her trembling fingers fondling with her purse profoundly. Her eyes radiated confidence, and so did he
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