Calvin's expression relaxed once more as he lazily leaned back into his chair, a low, resigned chuckle escaping his throat.
"Every time I see you, something troublesome seems to happen," he remarked, his tone light and devoid of any deeper implication—just an observation of coincidence.
"Honestly," Tiffany gave a wry smile, "I was thinking the same thing."
If it hadn't been for running into this man, she wouldn't have ended up in the hospital, nor would the subsequent events have unfolded.
And now, perhaps she wouldn't have been kidnapped by Arlo.
*Thud.*
Thud.
"Fanny, I know I was wrong.
Please, come out," Arlo pounded on the car window, his face twisted with agitation and desperation.
"Whatever you want to say, we can talk about it at home."
"Boyfriend?"
Calvin arched an eyebrow, glancing at Tiffany.
"I'm not his girlfriend—not anymore," Tiffany turned to look at Calvin, forcing herself to stay composed as she briefly explained the situation.
