Chapter 118
Myrah's POV
He had stopped asking me awkward questions, which pleased me.
The driver was on his way to pick me up; I had already contacted him. It was better to finish things the way they were, even if it was a lovely night spent with a kind stranger. Due to the cap he was wearing, I was completely unaware of his true appearance.
"Paris, so can we meet again?" Melvin queried.
"I'm going back to the States tomorrow, so that's impossible."
"How about breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"My husband and I are attending a wedding."
What if we only had coffee in the morning? He tried again: "We can meet at a coffee shop or in a park. I turned to face him and stopped walking.
