Marina’s POV
The realization made my head reel, and I desperately needed to get away from the place. How would I face him now? Was it a coincidence that I collided with him everywhere? Of course, it was. Why would such an important hotelier chase me? What he must think of me? No, I didn’t want to look desperate, although I was. Not for him, but for my shop. No wonder he didn’t want to meet me at his mansion. He might have misunderstood me.
Then why did he save me when he didn’t want to meet me? Why did he bring me safely home? How did he know where I lived? With these questions playing havoc in my mind, I sneaked out of the back gate as fast as my legs could carry me.
When I reached the shop, I found Camila sulking at her workstation. “What happened there? Did the event start?”
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