Got On His Love Pirate Ship

The next day, Kevin came to pick me up.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

As he opened the door, he had a tube of ointment in his hand.

I gratefully took it and thanked him, “Thank you so much. How much is it? I’ll transfer it to you.”

“No need, we are colleagues. You helped me a lot with that project last time. And I stopped by, so I don’t care.”

Considering the situation, I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate to give him money directly, so I decided to treat him to a meal next time.

I graciously accepted his kindness, he supported me as we went downstairs.

In the parking lot, we unexpectedly ran into Roan.

This time, I didn’t dare say anything. I sneakily glanced in his direction, and he was standing next to his car, seemingly waiting for someone.

“Isn’t this the neighbor we met yesterday?” Kevin looked at him with confusion, then at me.

I was startled and quickly shook my head, “Just moved in, I don’t know him, don’t know…”

As I said that, Roan got into his car, slammed the door shut, and drove away.

I felt a bit disheartened; Roan had really changed from before.

If he used to be a little doggy, now he is a wolfhound.

Fierce and intimidating.