Chapter 102

Chapter 102:

The instant his words left his lips, Wendy’s smirk deepened, her disdain sharper than before.

A wave of unease washed over Bobby.

“It’s been a while since I saw Wendy,” Fernanda interjected, her tone light. “So, we thought we’d catch up with a stroll. What about you? Why are you here?”

A stroll?

Bobby’s eyes dropped to Fernanda’s crutch, his thoughts spinning.

Was she serious about taking a stroll with her current condition?

“I, uh…” Bobby stammered, unable to admit he had come to find Wendy. Especially when it was clear Wendy had no interest in talking to him. If he persisted, he’d only embarrass himself further—and his pride.

Bobby feared that if he pushed any further, the angel might lose all respect for him.

Caught in the silence, Bobby fumbled for words, making the moment even more awkward.

Fernanda, sensing his unease, decided to ease up. She smirked knowingly. “We were about to head to the mall across the street for some shopping. The new school term’s starting soon, so we need supplies.”

Bobby jumped at the opportunity, eager to change the topic. “I’ll come with you! I can help carry your bags. You shouldn’t be straining yourself.”

Wendy rolled her eyes, her patience snapping. “I don’t feel like shopping anymore,” she said flatly. “I’m tired. I’d rather go back and sleep. Let’s do this another day.”

Her mood, already ruined by Bobby’s presence, left her with a single wish—to escape him entirely, to a place where he could never find her.

With that, Wendy marched to the roadside to hail a taxi.

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Bobby rushed after her, only to be met with a sharp glare from Wendy. “Taking a taxi is too slow. Let me drive you,” he urged, his grip firm as he caught Wendy’s arm. “Come on; I promise it’ll be faster.”

“Let go of me!” Wendy growled, thrashing her arm to break free, but Bobby’s grip didn’t falter.

Her frustration erupted as she lifted her foot, delivering a sharp kick to his shin, yet even that didn’t loosen his hold.

What began as a simple grasp escalated; Bobby’s arm shifted, wrapping fully around her shoulders, holding her with an iron-like grip.

“Let go! Let go of me!” Wendy thrashed against his grip, her movements wild and desperate, but the disparity in their strength was undeniable—no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t break free.

Though Wendy was strong, Bobby’s height and reach gave him the advantage, his long arms locking her in place with infuriating ease.

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