He disgustedly brushed my hand away and looked at me angrily, yet said nothing.


    The nanny seemed hesitant to speak.


    With reddened eyes and a cautious tone, I asked, "Does he not like it anymore? Has he changed?"


    Michael opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed his words instead.


    "Give it tome."


    I happily handed over the mango pudding.


    He nced at me coldly and snorted before walking away.


    The nanny whispered, "Ms. Larson, Mr. Ford is allergic to mangoes."


    I was surprised. "Impossible. He loves mango pudding."


    The nanny hesitated again. "Ms. Larson, Mr. Ford said you should go to school alone and im


    you''re not from the Ford family, to avoid special treatment. Also, the driver has been sent to pick up


    Ms. Bailey."


    Stunned, I stood there and tears welled up in my eyes.


    He clearly said he loved me once. Why did his feelings change after meeting his so- called true


    love?


    I left the house with my backpack.


    "Did you tell her?" I didn''t get far before overhearing Michael talking to the nanny.


    "Mr. Ford, you''re really hurting Ms. Stephie''s feelings." The nanny sighed.


    Michael sounded eager as he asked, "Did she get upset when you mentioned that I sent the driver


    for Yasmin?"


    "Ms. Stephie seemed very sad."


    Michael snorted. "She''s pretending. I want to see how long she can keep it up.


    She''s been more venomous than a snake since she was a child. What''s with this innocent act


    now?"


    I walked the forty minutes from Ford''s vi to my high school.


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    "Hey, pretty girl. Are you alone today? Do you have any pocket money? We need money for the


    cybercafe."


    There were often delinquents harassing students near the school.


    I trembled and backed away from them.


    Back then, I thought I was trembling because I was frightened.


    But now, I realize it was excitement I was suppressing.


    I was suppressing the urge to fight back.


    "T don''t have money..."


    Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to run, but one of the ruffians blocked my path. He even


    patted my backside. "You''re pretty cute."


    "Haha! Do you like her? How about a girlfriend for Clyde?" The other delinquents jeered.


    I retreated in fear, but they managed to snatch my backpack.


    "This ne is worth something, right?" They took the money from my bag and the ne from


    my neck.


    I cried while begging them to give it back. "That''s from my mother."


    Theyughed and raised the items up to tease me, then sped off on their motorbikes.


    Crying, I squatted and picked up my books one by one.


    Just then, a boy in a baggy hoodie and a cap came over. He didn''t say anything and bent down to


    help me pick up the books.


    But when I saw his scarred hands, I sat paralyzed with fear.


    He panicked and hid his hands behind his back. Then, he opened his mouth as if wanted to say


    something, but in the end, he said nothing and ran away.


    Frightened, I watched him leave and then quickly grabbed my bag and fled.


    At that time, I didn''t remember he was Steven.


    Thadpletely forgotten him.


    All I remembered was that he wore gloves and waited for me at the school gate that day.


    He was well-covered, and his eyes shook as he looked at me. It turned out he had retrieved all my


    stolen items and gave them back.


    I was too scared to take them.


    However, he didn''t say anything but stuffed the items into my hand and ran away.


    I didn''t even know who he was. I thought he was just a forgettable stranger.


    I even overlooked the bloodstains on his mouth.