Chapter 38

It was still half an hour before Harris would pick me up, and I was still busy picking out the clothes I'm going to wear tonight. I crossed my arms, wondering what clothes would be suitable for dinner with the stranger.

"If I'm confused with Harris like this now, then what if Dominik asks me out?" I complained, staring at the three dresses that I put on my bed, clicking my tongue impatiently.

The first dress was a dark blue strapless neckline that extends just above my knees. I took the dress and tried it on. Then I directed my body to the mirror as high as my body in my room.

"Not this one. This is too short. Moreover, this is Dominik's favorite color. How can I wear his favorite color in front of someone who isn't my boyfriend?" I said, taking off the dress and throwing it back on the bed. Then I grabbed the second dress and tried it on. I leaned my body in front of the mirror. The knee-length dress I am currently wearing was a dark red with an off-shoulder style that perfectly shows my shoulders and neck. I stared at my figure wearing the dress for a while and took it off.

"Nah. What if he looks at my shoulder and then he asks me to spend the night together later?" I sighed, throwing the dress on my bed. My eyes then looked at the third dress as well as the last dress I chose to wear tonight. I took the dress and stared at it for a moment.

The white maxi dress with the illusion neckline model that I was holding now feels so special to me. I studied the dress and stroked it slowly. It felt so soft and comfortable against my skin, which made me no longer think twice about wearing it. I then looked at myself in the mirror and looked satisfied with my current appearance.

When I was satisfied looking at myself, I took the dress I didn't wear and returned to hang it in the wardrobe. Then I put on make-up and style my hair, adjusting to the dress I was wearing now. As I picked up my favorite perfume bottle, I heard my smartphone ringing from the living room. I immediately sprayed the perfume on my neck, the back of my hand, and my wrist, then put it back on the dresser and rushed out. My hand then took the smartphone that was still ringing without checking who was calling me.

"Leah? I'm at your front door now."

I was shocked when I heard what he said earlier. Does he know the location of my house?!

"Eh? All right. Wait a minute." I replied, quickly hanging up the phone. I returned to the room and grabbed the black sling bag which was hanging on the shelf of my room, and closed the door of my room. Then I walked quickly to the door of my house, took one of the shoes that were on my shoe rack, and opened the door of my house.

I saw Harris, who was standing in front of my door, smiling awkwardly. He looked different from the last time I saw him; in a formal suit with a gray suit and white shirt and tie and black trousers. The black shoes he was wearing now further enhanced his appearance until I unconsciously continued to stare at him.

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?"

I immediately woke up from my reverie. "Oh no. You look so perfect. Are you sure we are just having dinner?"

He rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly. "You also do the same. The dress you are wearing ... You wear it in front of me on purpose, don’t you?"

I glanced at the dress I was wearing right now and looked back at him. "What do you mean by that?"

He didn't answer my question and instead directed his gaze towards the light green ballerina flat that I was wearing right now. "Wait a minute. You should not be wearing these shoes. Let me find one that matches your dress well."

Without waiting for my approval, he immediately entered my house and looked for the shoes that were on my shoe rack. His eyes seemed to be looking for shoes that match my dress. Then he took one of the shoes on my shoe rack and returned to me, who was still standing in front of the door with a confused expression. He took off my shoes and put on the white ankle strap I hadn't worn for a long time. His expression looked satisfied when he saw my two feet, which were now wrapped by the shoes he chose for me.

"That's better. Do you want to go now?" he asks, offering his hand to take. I did not refuse his offer and stretched my hand towards him. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Then we walked out of my door, and I closed my door. I put my house keys in my bag, and we walked until we arrived in front of a black car neatly parked in front of my house.

He then directed me to the front of his car and opened the car door for me. His hands tried to cover my head so as not to hit the car roof. I just smiled awkwardly at the way he treated me like a princess and got into the car. Once I got inside, he closed his car door and rushed to the driver's seat before he entered his car. His hands deftly start the engine of the car, and the car I am in now slowly moves away from my house.

We didn't talk to each other at all on the way to his restaurant. My eyes are busy looking at the road that I have never passed before. I then looked at Harris, who was still busy driving with a serious face.

"Do you feel familiar with this road?" he asked, taking a quick glance at me before turning his attention back to the path he was on.

"No. This is my first time here."

"Oh, you don’t remember it? Well, if you do remember, you'll forget it again."

"Why do you say it?" I protested, turning my face to the car window.

He turned to me. "Nothing. After all, you're bad in directions, so remembering the route of this road will also be useless." he said with a satisfied smile at me

"How do you know if I'm bad in directions? Then what do you mean I have been through this road before?"

He ignored my question and returned to direct his gaze forward. It seemed that he was purposely avoiding the question I asked earlier, and I became even more curious about what he said earlier.

"Come on. Can't you tell me anything about me?"

"It's better if you don't have to remember anything like you are right now." he replied without turning the slightest glance at me.

I tried to lure him into answering my question, but he was not at all provoked to answer my question. If he was Dominik, I was sure that he would definitely be provoked by my question and answer my question.

"Tsk. As I expected. Dominik is much better than you."

"Whatever. Like I care for him."

Finally, our conversation stopped. It did not seem like Harris had any intention to continue our conversation. And I still felt annoyed that he didn't want to explain what he meant. I then took my smartphone and played Candy Crush to divert my irritation earlier.

I was so excited about the game that I didn't realize that we had arrived at our destination; the restaurant that belongs to the annoying person next to me right now. He immediately turned off his car engine and took off his seat belt.

"Why don’t you take off the seat belt?"

I looked around with a confused expression. "Eh? Are we there yet?"

"Yes. That’s what you get for keeping on playing on your smartphone. You don't know when we've arrived at our destination." he replied, helping me untie my seat belt. I let him do it not because I wanted to, but because I was still busy clearing the Candy Crush level, which was about to finish.

"That's good! I have finally finished this damn game." I said, stuffing my smartphone into my bag and preparing to open the door as his hands quickly moved to keep me from doing so. I replied by glaring at him, asking him to take his hand off mine.

"Look, Harris. It’s not that I don’t want to accept your kindness, but I can still open the door by myself."

"No. I can’t let you open it yourself. Let me open it for you. Okay?" he argued while still holding my right hand.

"You are so annoying. Dominik can understand that I don't need his help. And you? No matter how many times I tell you, you just keep going on your own." I replied, trying to get his hand off of me.

Instead of giving up, he pulled me closer to him until there were only a few centimeters left from his face. I gasped at what he was doing, and my body suddenly froze as if locked by his cold and piercing gaze.

"You always talk about Dominik. How much do you hate being with me?" he asked, lifting my chin with his attractive hand.

I brushed his hand off my chin and glared at him. "I think it's normal to talk about my own boyfriend. Why? Did you regret your decision to hit on me without knowing that I already have a boyfriend?"