HER POV
Mr. Chef seriously cooks well, except for the fact that his veggies got burnt. He must've gotten distracted and started doing something else while cooking.
Wow, the sun is so bright today.
"You don't have to drop me. I can go by myself," I said.
"Who knows if you faint suddenly? Who will help you then?" he replied while opening the car door.
"I'll just sit in the backseat."
"What do you think of me? A driver?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No, I mean… I might fall asleep on the way."
"It's okay. Come and sit in the passenger seat," he ordered.
"Ain't you ordering me around a lot today?" I said, with one eyebrow raised.
He scratched his head and laughed nervously.
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HIS POV
The drive was long, and as always, she's sleeping.
Why did she suddenly collapse? I know she tried to divert the topic and doesn't want to get checked.
Maybe I'm just overthinking.
Oh, we've arrived. I wish the drive could be longer.
"Wake up, madam." I gently touched her shoulder.
She turned her head a little and held my hand.
Why is my heart beating so fast?
"Tara," I called her again.
"Have we arrived? That was too fast… I want to sleep," she murmured like a kid.
"Okay. You can sleep."
She once mentioned that she likes sleeping in the car.
I got out and adjusted the seat, pulling the lever to recline it back a little. Then I slid the seat backward to give her more room. The headrest clicked softly as I lowered it.
Perfect.
I went back to my seat, and suddenly her phone started ringing.
I quickly put it on silent so she wouldn't wake up.
I'll just see who it is and tell her later.
Unknown number.
Before I even realised, my finger answered the call.
"Hello, who's that?"
"Are you Tara?" a voice asked. It was low… shaky… almost scared.
"Yes, I am Tara." I tried to sound normal, not obvious.
Sorry, Tara, but I need to know what's wrong.
"Tara… please leave me. Why are you doing this? I already apologised for that. Please free me," he cried.
My eyes darted from the phone to Tara.
My mind can't process anything.
What is wrong with this guy?
"No. I won't free you now," I said, and immediately cut the call and deleted the call log.
Should I ask her? No. What will I tell her when she asks how I know? I should leave this for now.
But my mind will remain restless until I find what's going on.
She has always shared almost everything with me. Almost. Not everything.
Maybe I am just overthinking? No, I am not.
I can't be wrong about her matter.
"Tara. We are at home now. Wake up." I gently called her and removed her hair from her face.
"Hmmm.." she stretched her arms, accidentally slapping my face. "Let's go home."
We both got out of the car and went near the building.
"Wait, nooo!" she screamed, and I ran towards her to check what happened.
"What happened?" I asked with worry.
"Our lift is not working," she said, slapping her forehead.
"Oh god! I thought something serious happened."
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