Chapter 878: Chapter 878



Dulce quietly made the sign of the cross, seeking solace in a gesture of faith amid the swirling desires around her. “I can manage on my own.”

“Are you trying to avoid me?” Michael queried.

“You know I can tell when you’re not being truthful, right?” Michael’s gaze fixed on her intently.

Caught off-guard, Dulce gasped as a sudden dizziness hit her. Whether from the dim lights or the potent drinks, she couldn’t tell.

“Michael, is there something on your mind you need to tell me?” Glancing at her watch, she forced a chuckle. “I’m actually quite pressed for time, you know.”

“Then let’s chat while I drive you,” Michael suggested, taking her bag and holding her wrist.

Without realizing it, Dulce found herself being led toward the exit. In a flash, she was seated in Michael’s car, and he was buckling her seatbelt.

“Where to?” he asked.

With no other options, Dulce cleared her throat. “To the design institute, please.”

As they drove off, her heart raced. Michael’s assertiveness was unexpected. He was slowly demonstrating his genuine interest and commitment to her.

“Have you given any thought to what I mentioned before?” he asked.

Pretending confusion, Dulce responded, “What are you referring to?”

“About us being together.”

Dulce remained silent. She hadn’t even begun to process the possibility. Who wanted to be someone’s second choice?

Discover endless adventures on g alno vels ; con After a lingering silence, Michael glanced at her. “If you stay silent, should I assume you agree?”

“That’s not it at all!” Dulce collected her thoughts before turning to face him squarely. “Michael, aren’t you just seeing Lacey in me?”

Michael took a moment to consider. Any response he gave wouldn’t satisfy her.

“Bobby believes in ‘in vino veritas,’ so he often tries to loosen Fannie up with alcohol.”

Dulce smirked. “He’s crazy.”

Undeterred, Michael continued, “Since you’re doubtful, why not test that theory on me?”

Dulce perked up. “Really?”

“I’m curious if I truly understand my own feelings.”

Excited, Dulce clapped her hands. “Turn around; let’s go back to Flex Club!”

Michael hesitated. “We’re not going to the design institute then?”

“That was just a diversion.”

Michael nodded. He had suspected as much.

They had been circling the neighborhood, and even if Dulce hadn’t made up the excuse, he cherished the additional time with her. She had been avoiding him, and their time alone together felt like something stolen—too precious to waste.

“Flex Club is too packed. It’s not the best place for a heart-to-heart.”

“Let’s head to my place.”

Dulce regained her composure, wary of Michael’s intentions.

“Don’t get it wrong. I just prefer not to be seen drunk in public,” Michael clarified.

Internally, Dulce mulled over the situation. Even if it was a set-up, what were her options? At most, she risked heartache and more, but she had entered into this with her eyes open, her expectations modest.

The night carried a buzz of excitement, and after all, they were consenting adults. Deep down, Dulce doubted Michael would harm her.

They picked up some beverages and headed back to his place. Upon arriving, Michael turned on the TV. “Looks like that variety show wrapped up. Did you catch the finale?”

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