Lance and I walked alongside each other. We never walked together like this before, I would always walk behind him.
I let him walk in front of me too this time, but he slowed down until I was beside him, then continued the pace.
Lance is weird today, I could feel it. The change in his attitude was also huge, what is he thinking? Is he planning something?
I thought after running his plan yesterday, he would make my life a living hell, but instead he treated me a little better.
I even thought he might have the slightest feelings for me, like how a normal man would have for a woman, but after what he did to me last night, I threw the thought out of my mind.
It’s cold outside of the hospital.
“I’m not familiar with the places around here, you’ve been here for some time, do you know if there’s any supermarket here? Need to buy some stuff.” Lance asked me.
He’s a rich and powerful guy, why would he buy stuff himself?
I bit my tongue and stopped myself from asking. I answered his question instead. “There’s a small supermarket two stations down, not far away.”
“Then let’s take the bus, shall we? I have never taken the bus.”
His words showed how curious he is towards a public transport. I pointed at the bus stop: “There, wait there.”
We crossed the road together. He pulled me from his right side to his left side and said: “I don’t like it when people walk on my right side.”
I don’t care which side I walk on, but I do know that the cars are coming towards us on the right side. I didn’t think much about what he said, I just thought maybe he just purely doesn’t like people walking on his right side?
I took out a five dollar change from my purse as I didn’t have smaller change.
We got into the bus. It was crowded, so we stood together with our hands holding onto the handle.
There are a lot of people in the bus. Everyone might touch each other once in a while due to the movement of the bus. I glimpsed at Lance’s face and noticed that he doesn’t seem too happy. Hahaha, seems like young master Mason here isn’t used to this situation.
He must not want to go into a public transport ever again.
A middle-aged man kept pushing against me. His hands already touched my butt many times. I have no choice but to lean nearer towards Lance.
Lance noticed my behaviour, my head was already almost in his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
I answered him in a low voice. “It’s crowded here.”
He glanced at my back and then suddenly, he pulled me behind him and turned around, his back facing the middle-aged man who touched my butt.
The lady behind me was also pushing against me. Lance didn’t say anything and pressed me against his chest. He then whispered into my ear: “See, easy.”
His breath was warm on my ears, making me a little uncomfortable.
My face was pressed against his chest, I could smell the faint orange-y smell on him. I know he loves oranges, his dessert after meals are always oranges.
He even aske