CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: ARE YOU PLANNING TO LEAVE?

"Never mind." Jemmy said.

Huh! Just that? No punishment? He isn't angry? Naysa sighed heavily as she looked at him. From his expression, he wasn't angry, he was just serious.

"Frank, pack the six roses in the car." He said.

The bodyguards exchanged secret glances. Boss you changed, today you want to lack flowers huh? Jemmy was already moving forward. Naysa looked at him, then at the guards. From their expression, she could sense something new has happened. Instead of showing a fearful face, she stuck out her tongue childishly at them and then ran forward. The guards wanted to laugh.

"She's too cute and funny." Adrian said. The other guards zipped their mouth least Jemmy heard anything.

Naysa pulled a chair and sat down opposite him. This man isn't romantic, she thought. At least he should pull out the chair for me. And then she almost laughed at her own thoughts. This is just a dinner out. Probably he's just being friendly. But why? Umm... Or probably he thinks am still sick. Humphs!!! Am not that weak Mr. CEO. you should be out there with rich gorgeous ladies not me.

Naysa continued to talk alone in her mind until a voice startled her.

"Let's eat." Jemmy said.

'Boss? Just that? Boss you're joking right? Boss say something." The guards really wanted to talk to their boss directly.

Naysa sighed and served herself. She started eating slowly, lost in her own thoughts. But then she realized he wasn't eating but looking at her. She stopped midway.

"You're not eating." She reminded him.

"Ooh... Are you planning on going back?" He asked.

"If need be." She said casually and continued eating.

" You looked beautiful when you were riding." He said.

"Thank you." She replied calmly.

Congratulations boss, you've tried. The guards exchanged glances and smiled. They ate silently. Naysa didn't want to talk because she didn't know what to say to a great man like him. Jemmy didn't know how to start a conversation.

Naysa reached for the plate of fruits and two hands landed together. Jemmy's hand landed on top of her hand. They were both too shocked to react. His fingers moved a bit before stopping, giving her a gentle and warm feeling. Naysa rolled her eyes to him. Jemmy stared deep into those innocent harzel eyes, his black eyes shining. Naysa slowly withdrew her hand.

"Umm... Am sorry." Naysa murmured, biting her lower lips. She grabbed the serviette and wiped her mouth. "Thank you, I have to leave now."

Jemmy, whose hand was still on the plate of fruits looked up at the her. In his heart, he wanted to say something, but he just could not. "You can't leave now. It's late." He said.

Naysa's mouth hung open. So this was his plan? To have me spend a night with him? Never. She denied in her mind and even went ahead and shook her head. Jemmy looked at her and said nothing. He personally didn't understand why she was shaking her head .

"Here is you key card." Jemmy placed a key card on the table. It was a VIP room. Heavens! Naysa coughed. She had never been in the VIP in any hotel, not even when her father was still alive. She pushed back the chair and stood up.

"I need to get something from my bike." She walked out. Jemmy watched as her waist swayed gracefully and smiled to himself. Stenson coughed intentionally. Jemmy gave him a dirty look but Stenson wasn't bothered, he was checking the photos he had taken and praising himself in his mind.

The other guards looked at him with eyes full of curiosity. Jemmy silently looked at the door where Naysa just left. Moments later, she walked in hugging a guitar. She looked at the guards who were curious, then back at Stenson who hid the camera behind her back before she saw it, then back at Jemmy who had his eyes fixed on her. She wasn't used to being stared at. She almost snorted but remembered this was a favor done by a wealthy man to her, instead, she forced a smiled. The secret paparazzi smiled as he took out the camera and captured the moment.

Naysa grabbed the key and walked towards the elevator. Jemmy stood up and followed suit. This time, Naysa looked like she's the one leading the way. She stepped into the elevator and before it closed, Jemmy stepped in.

The guards closed in on Stenson who showed the photos he had taken. By the time he turned back, the elevator was closed and already ascending. Stenson cursed as he ran up the stairs. It would take some few minutes before he got up, but he hoepd he will still get them and take one last photo of them.

Not, in the elevator, it was awkward as the two of them exchanged secret glances. Naysa scratched herself. 'say something, at least this isn't funny. She thought

"When I was young..." She couldn't think of something else, so she picked om a random topic.