r eyes wary as she asserted, "I can make my way home a

ently than before, a stark contrast to his sporadic gla

r stepped back and stated frostily, "Mr. Buckley, I am Cedric

rds the shadowy woodland path. Finding a taxi proved i

d up beside her. Jeremy leaned out of the rolled-down window and remarked, "It's a two-hour walk down

t lingering feelings. So, she halted and clarified, "I'm not upset with you. You j

ns of Cedric seemed

the car's back door to enter when another ve

leaned out, calling, "Miss Taylor, Mr. C

ther, Cedric had preemptively arranged this ride

As she began to enter the new car, she cheerfully announced, "Mr. Buc

ble to contain his frustration, he stormed out of his car, reached for Heather as she was

! Let go of me!

ickly regaining her composure and attempt

a few words with the driver. The driver glanced into the car, hesi

nter. Heather, seizing the moment, reached for the handle to make her escape. Just as her fi

y climbed in. Heather found herself pinned beneat

head. His tobacco-scented breath was close as he touched her waist. "You kept mentioning Cedri

first place?" Heather retorted sharply, struggling to free her wrists. "I love Cedr