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Chapter Two
While Lauren stared in horror to the sight of the broken glass on the floor, her gaze met that of the man seated inside the car glaring daggers at her, she felt the pain vanished at that moment and she quickly rushed up to him and stood beside the car, bowing apologetically.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” She said nervously.
Still standing with her head lowered, Lauren dared not to move.
The door to the car opened, and the man inside got out flicking his expensive well-tailored suit as the shattered glass debris fell off. He shoved his left hand into his pocket, shooting her a cold piercing stare. She couldn’t help but wonder who this man was.
His presence was so commanding that she dared not to look at him. All she could stare at was the floor beneath her. And even though her head was down, she could smell his scent which was so manly.
‘Wow! Such sophisticated human being! But his composure looks quite scary… and what an intimidating aura.’ She wondered while she remained in that position.
He put out his right hand pointing it at her. “What are you going to do?” The man began in a cold tone.
“Excuse me…?” Lauren responded, slowly raising her head up to his cold and expressionless face, giving him a vacant stare.
“The damage… Pay up!” The man demanded as she quickly clapped her hands together pleading with him.
“I’m sorry, sir. Please spare me.”
“Now, why would I want to do that?”
“…”
Lauren was speechless. Her heart was racing violently. She couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “I’m sorry…” even though she knew it wouldn’t be that helpful given the extent of the damage. And no matter how many times she kept repeating the word, “sorry” the man standing before her was not having any of it.
When the man’s driver came out of the mart, he was shocked to see his boss standing outside the car over a broken chard of glass, looking upset. Seeing him talk to a woman he has never seen before, sparked his curiosity. He was never the type to talk to just anybody let alone a woman he didn’t know. Thinking this, he walked up to him.
“Is something wrong, sir?” The man’s driver asked, with his expression full of concern.
“Yes,” the man in suit answered extending his hand pointing his finger at her and hissed, “This clumsy thing broke my window.”
She felt a pang of pain in her chest at his harsh remark.
Surprised by his boss’s words, the driver turned to Lauren whose expression looked like she was about to cry. “You’re the woman who was chasing those kids.” He accused with a stern look. “You should have been more careful!” He...
“I’m so sorry, sir.” She said nervously.
Still standing with her head lowered, Lauren dared not to move.
The door to the car opened, and the man inside got out flicking his expensive well-tailored suit as the shattered glass debris fell off. He shoved his left hand into his pocket, shooting her a cold piercing stare. She couldn’t help but wonder who this man was.
His presence was so commanding that she dared not to look at him. All she could stare at was the floor beneath her. And even though her head was down, she could smell his scent which was so manly.
‘Wow! Such sophisticated human being! But his composure looks quite scary… and what an intimidating aura.’ She wondered while she remained in that position.
He put out his right hand pointing it at her. “What are you going to do?” The man began in a cold tone.
“Excuse me…?” Lauren responded, slowly raising her head up to his cold and expressionless face, giving him a vacant stare.
“The damage… Pay up!” The man demanded as she quickly clapped her hands together pleading with him.
“I’m sorry, sir. Please spare me.”
“Now, why would I want to do that?”
“…”
Lauren was speechless. Her heart was racing violently. She couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “I’m sorry…” even though she knew it wouldn’t be that helpful given the extent of the damage. And no matter how many times she kept repeating the word, “sorry” the man standing before her was not having any of it.
When the man’s driver came out of the mart, he was shocked to see his boss standing outside the car over a broken chard of glass, looking upset. Seeing him talk to a woman he has never seen before, sparked his curiosity. He was never the type to talk to just anybody let alone a woman he didn’t know. Thinking this, he walked up to him.
“Is something wrong, sir?” The man’s driver asked, with his expression full of concern.
“Yes,” the man in suit answered extending his hand pointing his finger at her and hissed, “This clumsy thing broke my window.”
She felt a pang of pain in her chest at his harsh remark.
Surprised by his boss’s words, the driver turned to Lauren whose expression looked like she was about to cry. “You’re the woman who was chasing those kids.” He accused with a stern look. “You should have been more careful!” He...
