He was so unpredictable–she’d never know what he might do next.
Given what she knew about him, she didn’t think anyone could force him into a marriage.
So, he had ulterior motives. But he didn’t know anything about her true identity. What could he possibly want from her?
Lowering her head slightly, she stopped herself from wondering.
Never mind. She should focus on this dinner for now. Perhaps after today, their paths would never cross again.
As she lowered her gaze to hide her embarrassment, she didn’t notice that Fulbert’s phone on the table buzzed.
After glancing at her, he picked up his phone and saw several messages.
“Fulbert, my acting skills are remarkable, right? I looked just like a woman desperate in love!”
“I got kicked in helping you win her favor. Best sister ever, right? If that doesn’t earn me a 100–thousand–dollar bag, I don’t know what does.”
He smiled faintly and texted her a phone number.
“Pick whatever you want. He’ll pay.”
“Yay! You’re the best, Fulbert!”
***
Just then, a waiter knocked on the door and entered, starting to serve the dishes.
It was such a long day, and Sandria was indeed starving. Just as she was about to cut into her steak, it was whisked
away.
Shortly after, a perfectly sliced steak was placed in front of her.
She looked up, only to see him tilting his chin at her slightly.
“Let me,” he said.
He was extremely attentive.
For the rest of the meal, he either put fruit on her plate or ordered her dessert, barely eating at all.
She enjoyed the food quite heartily.
After putting down her knife and fork, she asked, “Mr. Ortega, are you always this attentive with every woman?”
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He slid a half–filled bowl of soup toward her.
Taking his time to wipe his hands, he asked, “Since when do I have to be attentive with anyone?”
Though he sounded like a narcissist, what he said was true.
Given the woman’s obsession with him, women were in line to be with him.
And his implications were clear.
She was the only one who deserved to be treated like this.
But why?
She didn’t believe for a second that he wanted nothing from her.
Right now, she just wanted to stay away from any possible danger or trouble.
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She pushed the soup away and smiled, “Mr. Ortega, I’m full, so I’ll be leaving then. Enjoy. Of course, you don’t have to worry about the bill. I’ll take care of it.”
Before he could say anything, she stood up and left with her bag.
Gazing at her retreating figure, Fulbert arched an eyebrow slightly.
How heartless–she dumped him away once he was no use to her.
She wouldn’t even give him a chance.
***
After stepping out of the hotel, Sandria hailed a cab to go home.
The cab crossed Daybreak Bridge.
She was on her phone when she heard a dull thud. The cab jerked violently as a car slammed into its back, and her body lurched forward uncontrollably against the seatbelt.
Her phone was sent flying out of the window, and her wrist slammed against the car window. A sharp pain shot through her entire body as her wrist bone was twisted, making her vision blur. Then she realized there had been an ac- cident.
The cab driver panicked. He turned around to see if she was fine and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ma’am. There was an ac- cident ahead, and I slammed on the brakes, but we got rear–ended. Are you alright?”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
Then she got out of the car to see what was going on.
The scene was chaotic. There were about eight wrecked cars, and drivers kept shouting over each other. The cars to- ward the back, including the cab she was in, were fine, but those up ahead weren’t so lucky.
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Within seconds, the ambulances arrived.
