Chapter 858: Chapter 858



Johnny paused to consider before replying, “They’re pretty close, I believe. She was even at his wedding.” So, Hodge was married.

A wave of relief washed over Michael unexpectedly.

That evening, Michael found himself waiting at the entrance of Dulce’s apartment complex.

As Dulce approached with her suitcase, the reality of his actions hit him hard.

What was he doing?

Yet, as Dulce drew nearer, there was no turning back.

Stepping out of the car, Michael took her suitcase and stowed it in the trunk, instructing, “Go ahead and get in.”

“Okay.”

Dulce’s nonchalant demeanor made it seem as though visiting Michael’s place was no different than checking into a hotel—risk-free. However, Michael couldn’t truly grasp Dulce’s feelings. Beneath her composed exterior, her heart was a tumult of nerves.

But faced with such an opportunity, how could Dulce resist, especially when Michael had initiated contact? She saw no reason to decline.

Michael’s home was some distance away, and during the drive, he attempted light conversation to keep the mood easy.

“Has your family given their okay?”

“Jett’s a bit concerned,” Dulce admitted. “He wanted you to deal with Crowell’s and Cara’s families. He wasn’t expecting you to bring me straight to your place.”

Dulce finished her statement and let out a light, double chuckle, observing that Michael’s smile seemed somewhat strained.

Dulce changed the subject. “I’ll just explain to my parents that I’m off on a business trip. Sure, Jett has his own views, but I’m fully grown—I’m beyond his reach now.”

Michael responded, “I’ll make it up to Jett in person later. With everything that’s going on, it’s best if you stay with me until the whole situation is resolved.”

“Alright.”

As Dulce peered out the window, she felt a wave of exhilaration she had to tamp down; otherwise, she could literally leap for joy.

Imagining life daily alongside Michael—someone she dearly admired—promised an intimacy more thrilling than any fleeting crush on a celebrity.

Upon their arrival, Michael indicated the most lavish guest room. “I’ve made sure it’s spotless for you. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me.”

Dulce glanced around the opulent space, appreciating that Michael had anticipated all her needs. “Thank you.”

Michael then extended the car keys towards her. “For your daily travels, you’re welcome to use my car.”

“I already own one.”

“This model has been specially modified for extra safety.” Michael clarified, his expression serious. “Given your role as a witness, I ought to have been safeguarding you like this from the beginning.”

“No worries, your thoughtfulness is deeply appreciated,” Dulce replied, warmly accepting the keys.

The conversation ground to a sudden stop. They were just acquaintances, with scant common ground between them.

“You might want to rest a bit. I’ll give you a call when dinner’s ready,” Michael suggested, his voice carrying a note of care.

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