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Worst Fear 108

    <b>Chapter </b><b>108 </b>


    Lydia


    “Not with my car. Why should I drive you back to the restaurant?” Why would I do that?


    “Because we are friends,” he replied. I tilted my neck to the side. “It was you who said to drive here in your car. I could have easily driven behind you.”


    “Well, that’s because you were trying to cause a scene.”


    “No, I was simply trying to make you change your mind about the twins.”


    I closed my eyes and shook my head. Knowing Mason, he’d keep talking till I drove him there.


    “Fine. Get in. I’ll take you back to the restaurant.”


    It is not that I can’t win an argument against him; I just didn’t want to go on and on about it.


    “But I’lt drive.”


    “I don’t trust you. You may want to ram my side of the car into a tree.”


    “Sorry, unlike you, I don’t specialise in trying to end others‘ lives.”


    He scoffed.


    I smirked.


    “But I-”


    “Fine.” I dropped the keys in his hand, not ready for another argument. “Just drive.”


    He closed the keys in his hand and walked around the car. Now what is he doing? He stopped in front of my side of the car and opened the


    door for me.


    “You didn’t need to do that,” I said, but that did not stop him. Getting into the car, I watched him get in. He sat behind the steering wheel and


    We hadn’t gotten out of the parking lot when he stopped. He turned towards me and started moving closer to me.


    +ced both hands to cover my mouth, “What are you doing?” The warmth of my breath hit my palm. He squinted, which was followed by a


    mischievous grin. But he didn’t stop moving forward.


    I pressed my back against the chair, wondering what had gotten into him.


    “I said we can be friends, I never said we can do these things.” Why the fuck was my heart racing?


    I should push him back and give him a sound p across his face to remind him never to try such with me.


    But as his breath fell on my face, my hand froze. “What things? We won’t do what you don’t want to do.” His voice was <b>hoarse</b>, and <b>his </b><b>eyes </b>fell on my lips.


    I shook my head, pressing my palm close to my lips.


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    “We <b>can’t </b>kiss<b>.” </b>I didn’t want to say the word, but he made me say it. He extended his hand forward.


    <b>My </b>heart is mming against my chest. He is about to hold my head. What is wrong with you? Push him off. I screamed at myself internally.


    His hand moved to the side of my head instead.


    Without a word, he took hold of my seatbelt. He didn’t say anything, I closed my eyes, embarrassed, and turned my face to the side.


    Why would I even think he wants to kiss me? My face grew warm.


    I wish the ground would open up and swallow me. No, he is in the car, I don’t want him to be swallowed with me, so I simply wish I’d disappear.


    He continued driving. I let out a breath, grateful he wasn’t saying anything about it anymore.


    He seemed to have matured in a few seconds.


    “So, you thought I wanted to kiss you?” Okay, I take back my words about him being mature.


    “Just drive,” I said.


    I looked out the window, too embarrassed to look ahead. My mind reverted to earlier. All the artwork and pictures that I picked when we were together were there.


    I had been there more than once, but I never noticed it.


    “Since we’ve agreed that I cane visit the twins. Can Ie today? I actually don’t have anything to do and would love to spend the day


    with them.”


    I want to refuse him and tell him he doesn’t have to. We can start any other day. It’s not my fault that he isn’t free today.


    But when I opened my mouth, I found myself saying something else.


    “Fine.”


    “They are still in school, right?”


    “Yes.” I knew what he was about to suggest; he wanted to go pick them up. I stole a look at my wristwatch.


    <b>I </b>can clear my schedule for the rest of the day and supervise his visit.


    “Let’s pick them up from school and take them home.” He suggested.


    “Alright.”


    The car came to a stop in front of the school. We had arrived thirty minutes earlier.


    After what happened earlier, I was still too ashamed to face him<b>, </b>but one question kept bugging my


    mind.


    <b>Fine</b>, I’ll ask him just that one question, and nothing else. I turned towards him, his gaze fixed on me.


    “Why?” <b>My </b>voice is soft and calm. He looked at me<b>, </b>anticipation and eagerness in his eyes now reced <b>with </b><b>curiosity</b>.


    “Why what<b>?</b>” He asked.


    <b>“</b><b>Why </b><b>did </b>you keep those frames?” I cleared my throat, <b>“</b><b>I </b>mean<b>, </b><b>most </b><b>people </b>get <b>rid </b><b>of </b>their partner’s <b>stuff </b><b>immediately </b>after <b>they </b><b>separate </b>


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    <b>He </b>had even kept using the same code.


    So it doesn’t seem like I’m nosey or like it means anything to me, I quickly added, “You know what they say, it makes getting <b>over </b><b>them </b>


    <b>easier</b>.”


    Or maybe I never meant much to him as I thought. He didn’t need to remove them to make it easier<i>. </i>


    He rested his head on the headrest, “Cause I didn’t want to.” We held my gaze, “I never wanted to get over you, so I clung <b>on </b><b>to </b><b>the </b>things<b>! </b>knew you liked and kept us alive in my memory. To me, we never separated.”


    He continued, “Besides, they are mine. Most of them are gifts to me.” The hair in my head stood. I meant something to him after all.


    We didn’t say anything and just held each other’s gaze.


    Whatever moment we had came to a stop when someone knocked on the window screen.


    I have never been so d for a distraction.


    The windscreen lowered and I saw a man who looked to be in histe fifties. I recognised him as the gatekeeper.


    “Good afternoon, ma’am.” He looked into the car, and when he saw Mason, he greeted him, “Good afternoon<b>, </b>sir.”


    “How can I help you?” I asked after we exchanged pleasantries.


    “I know this is weird, but I wanted to say thanks after seeing your car.”


    Why was he thanking me?


    “Madam told me I have my job all thanks to you. It means so much. It may simply be a few words from you, but it meant so much to me.”


    I never expected Alina to tell him about our conversation.


    “You’re wee. Just ensure to do your work well.” I said.


    After he left, I knew I’d not be dragged back to whatever was happening before he came.


    I was also grateful that Mason didn’t ask.


    Before he could say anything, I needed to flee, so I turned to him and said, “That reminds me. I need to see Mrs. Alina. I’ll be back before they get out.”


    When I left my office earlier, I had one goal: to make sure Mason understands that he can’t be with the twins.


    How did so much change in just a short period? Not only did he get to be with the twins, but he may have also begun getting into my skin.


    Liam and Mnie were surprised to see him. We were all standing outside my car. I held Mnie’s hand.


    Liam held on to Mason, ali smiles. He seemed to be free in front of him already. But Mnie still needs a little time.


    “Hey, are you here to pick up your kids again?” Liam asked.


    <b>“</b><b>He </b>never told us their names,<b>” </b>Mnie added.


    <b>I </b>had no idea what they were talking about, but quickly got the idea that <b>it </b>may be <b>from </b>theirst <b>conversation</b>.


    Liam shook Mason’s hand from side to side. Mason looked <b>at </b>me <b>for </b>help. <b>I </b><b>don’t </b><b>know </b><b>what </b><b>he </b><b>told </b><b>them</b><b>, </b><b>but </b><b>he’d </b><b>have </b><b>to </b><b>fix </b><b>that </b><b>himself</b>.


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    <b>“</b><b>Not </b><b>really</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>his <b>voice </b>was shaky as he was still thinking <b>of </b>what <b>to </b><b>say</b>.


    “<b>Then </b><b>why </b><b>are </b>you here<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    <b>“</b><b>To </b><b>pick </b><b>my </b>kids.” I squinted and cleared my throat. He turned to me, and I drew my brows together. He better not forget the second term of


    our agreement.


    “What are their names?” Mnie asked. She seemed really interested in their names.


    “You don’t know them,” Mason responded.


    “We do,” Liam said.


    “They actually don’t go to this school.” I was happy seeing Mason, who seemed to never have an end to his supply of words, squirm in front of the kids.


    “Does that mean you lied to us?” Mnie sounded disappointed.


    “No, I…”


    “Mnie, he may have been mistaken.” I stepped in.


    “That’s sad, she was hoping to be friends with him,” Liam said.


    I shot Mason a look. What was he thinking, lying to them? “It’s fine. You can be my friend.” Mason offered.


    “No, I don’t want to be your friend,” Mnie said as I picked her up.


    “That’s okay, kids. Meet Mason. He’s mom’s friend.” I looked at Mnie, “You can be his friend too.”


    “Really?” she asked. Before I could answer, Liam said.


    “Wait,” I looked down to meet his gaze, “are you like mom’s boyfriend?”


    <i>No</i>, what? Where did he learn that word from? I opened my mouth, but Mnie beat me to speak<i>. </i>


    “What about Uncle Marcus?”


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