CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ROXANNE'S POV
I shook my head vehemently at Mr. Edward's ridiculous suggestion; He wanted me to come live with him. His reason was that, he didn't want me to get hurt or kidnapped again.
"You need to consider it," he said in a friendly tone, towering over me.
Grumpy Mr. Edward, had suddenly turned into a kind and friendly angel. With a gentle smile on my lips, I recalled the few pecks he sometimes gave me. The pecks will work wonders in my aching throat whenever it is done.
He folded his large muscular hands and kept staring at me. He was putting on casual wear, a white polo, blue jeans and white sneakers. He had gotten the discharge letter from the doctor and was indeed ready to smuggle me back to his house.
What kind of pictorial scandal did he intend to paint? I couldn't agree to live with him. At least for the sake of the little moral upbringing I had.
