NovelEnglishChapter 143 The echo of my voice faded into nothingness, leaving a chill that crawled up my spine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut retreating wasn't an option. I had to muster all the courage and shout, "Who's there, for heaven's sake?" "It's me!" cthe reply, followed by footsteps and an explanation, "I was the guy you met at the coffee shop this evening." Him? Of all people? I couldn't believe he decided to followhafter our brief encounter. The thought was more unsettling than comforting. The hallway was pitch dark, save for the sliver of moonlight sneaking through the window, barely illuminating anything beyond a few steps ahead.
I hadn't seen his face yet, as he hadn't reached the top of the stairs. Clutching my keys tightly, ready to strike any moment, I demanded, "Why are you following me?" "Please don't getwrong. I meant no harm. I wanted to make sure you got hsafely. It's not safe for a lady to walk alone at night," he said as he finally cinto view.
His explanation madescoff. How was scaringhalf to death supposed to makefeel safe? We had only met once. I hadn't agreed to anything. His insistence on 'protecting'was absurd. But since he knew where I lived, antagonizing him seemed a bad idea.
Trying to stay calm but firm, I attempted to reason with him."Thanks for the concern, but I'm hnow. You should head back." As I spoke, he rounded the corner of the stairwell. "I'm thirsty. Could I get a glass of water?" His intentions couldn't be more evident with such a terrible excuse. I tightened my grip on my keys and flatly refused, "It's too late for that. Sorry." He stepped closer. "Con, we're about to date, aren't we? What's the big deal?" As he inched closer, the fear insidepeaked. "Don't cany closer." "Just a glass of water. How hard can it be?" He smiled sinisterly in the dim light.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm9.0 Even though I was ready, my hands trembled. But I was determined to defend myself if the guy cany closer. Yet, as he took the final step toward me, 1 lunged at him with my keys. Before I could reach him, a gust of wind brushed my cheek, followed by a loud thud. As i struck by sinvisible force, the guy was hurled against the wall, bouncing off before crashing face-first down the stairs. The sequence of his fall was almost comical if it weren't so terrifying.
Before I could turn around, a familiar voice rang in my ear. "So, you went on a blind date?" It was Ernest.
Before I could reply, he coldly warned the man crumpled on the stairs, "Get lost, or I'm calling the cops for harassment and breaking." Looking pretty beaten up, the man glanced atone last tbefore Ernest's large hand shielded my view his voice stern, "Want to lose your sight or something?" nes
Frightened, the man ran away, leaving Ernest andalone. His hand was still in front of me, leaving hie-arms,almost in his arms, and the some, leaving silence between us was suffocating. I moved his hand away, about to say something, when Ernest beatto it. "You choose guys like that to go on dates with?"
His words stung, even though they weren't meant to bę be harsh I hadn't anticipated my blind date turning into a nightmare.
Facing Ernest's handsyet cold face, thinking about his previous rejection retorted, "Well, you didn't say 'yes,' did you?" Ernest fell silent. After a moment, I probed further, "Why are you here?" Ernest said, "I cfor you." Ashburn X
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