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8| ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

Next chapter: July 27, Monday _______________________________________

ROSE POV:

It's been two weeks, since, he forgot about the entire event that happened in his mansion, just like I believed. On that day, he acted with me differently, because of the impact of the drug.

Nothing more...

His cabin is near to mine, in all these days working here, not even once he has called me for anything. To forget all stuff, I'm acting like a workaholic.

Well, I am his PA, but, I wasn't being called once by him, even for a simple task. A guy named, Andrew gave me all instructions about the work which Mr.knight has to do. I sighed, sadly.

I attended an interview with another company already, and, the result also came, as I got selected. Once, I get the offer letter, I give him my resignation letter and leave. I cannot work in an uncomfortable atmosphere like this.

A lonely pair of tears seeped down my cheeks. I feel like being fooled. I don't know why do I feel this way?

FERRARI POV:

Since I came to my cabin I was sitting like this with my hands resting on my head. I feel like I'm going insane. It is been two fucking weeks, I am striving hard to stay away from her.

Every day I see her through the tiny gap on the door. She's close to me yet far away. I clenched my fist when this fucking Andrew did not stop talking.

"Sir.", he called me continually. This Idiot. I barked out in anger, inquiring, what does he want? He asks, what do I think? I reply, what he's saying?

"Ss- Sir, My Project idea", he stutters. I sighed heavily and told him to leave in a restrained voice. I fisted my hair with my head down. The next second I listened to a door closing sound.

Two weeks ago, I planned to confess my feelings to her. But one happening made me step back from everything. All of this suffering is because of what happened on that day in the morning.

•••> Two weeks before...

I was in my car, currently, going to my workplace. Three cars have taken the front cover, another two took the back cover for my protection. I never liked this. But, I got no alternative.

I glanced at the woods, a wary feeling lurked in me. Something is wrong. My mansion roadway is totally Forest-like. Something is not righ-

My thoughts got interrupted in a flash when a bullet sound boomed in my ear as the car screeched to a halt. I tighten my grip on either side to not get blown. My knuckles have turned red because of the intense grip. What the fuck!