"There's a twenty-four-hour café there." Eric pointed at a modern chick café, five meters away from the bike rack. Then he pointed at a mega wide construction across the street.
"I'll just be there," he said. And without wasting another second, he crossed the street and entered the construction site.
Evangeline was still in a state of disbelief and inner turmoil. Her eyes followed the back of Eric, feeling ...lonely...
". . ."
What is wrong with me? You're not acting yourself, Evangeline!
She didn't understand why she wanted to wait for Eric no matter what. Didn't understand why she wanted him to submit to her so badly. And before she even noticed it, she already became obsessed with the idea. She dismissed it all as nothing but a game though. Nothing but a new kind of entertainment to challenge her ego.
She didn't entertain the thoughts anymore and dismissed it, thinking because it was a first she encountered a man like Eric.
With reclaim poise and grace, she entered Snow café.
Inside, she was surprised to find the café was cozy and elegant with sofas, comfortable couches, glass table, carpeted floors, and modern paintings and fresh greeneries and flowers decorated here and there. There was also a wooden stair with glass railing going up to the second floor.
She ordered a cup of tea and went to the next floor. She chose a seat on the balcony overlooking the construction site.
Her eyes scanned the place, hoping to see Eric. That was impossible though, the whole construction site was covered with nets and towering metal gates. It was impossible to see what was going on inside. And with all the darkness of the night, it was impossible to spot which was which and who was who.
She sighed and drank her tea in silence.
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In a private room of a grand casino, Asher was pacing back and forth. Veins bulged from his twisted face and taut arms.
"Boss, we've found Miss."
Asher straightaway signaled everyone to follow him.
The loud gurgle sounds of motorbikes echoed throughout the street of Blue River city. Asher cursed all the way while riding his bike, imagining all the gruesome murder he would commit that night.
That guy doesn't seem to care for his life. I swear I'll break every bone in his body every time I see him!
