Chapter 3

My father died in a car accident during my sophomore year, and I spent every day in sorrow.

That was until Keith appeared.

He was like a big brother to me, comforting me and helping me get out of the shadow of losing my father.

Over time, I became more and more dependent on him.

Looking back, he was like a patient hunter.

Everything he did was to make me walk willingly into his trap.

Now, even though I knew he was as dangerous as Anthony, I felt that no one but him could give me peace.

"Your lip... How did it get wounded?"

Keith looked aloof, but his voice was gentle. His eyes always made their hearts race when they locked onto anyone.

He looked down, staring directly at my lips.

"The air conditioner was turned up too high, and my lips cracked from being too dry."

I hadn't looked in the mirror since I ran away from home, but I was sure the blood on my lips was obvious.

Anthony had kissed me too hard. My lips still felt numb.

Keith glanced at me, his expression unreadable, and then fell silent as he drove.

When we arrived at the club, I rushed to the restroom and rinsed my mouth with water for a few minutes.

The scene setup was finally finished by evening.

"I'll drive you home," Keith said suddenly.

I politely made up an excuse to decline.

He didn't argue, only telling me to go home and get some rest.