Chapter Thirty Five

I narrated the dinner to her.

"And yeah. I'm still hungry."

"Aw Emily. So sorry. But don't you think you're being hard on the guy?"

Truthfully... was I? I shunned the thought.

"Gotta go, Wen. Talk to you later."

"OK, bye."

I hung up and resumed listening to my music. I was so engrossed in it that I didn't hear the knock on my door, or its opening, until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Aaahh!" I screamed a little and jumped in fright, only to pull the earphones from my ears and turn to see Lorenzo standing behind me, hands folded, and a neutral expression on his handsome face.

I cleared my throat, realizing that I'd practically acted like an easily frightened kid.

"Oh, it's you."

"Scared you, didn't I?" he asked in a low tone.

"No. What are you doing in here? Couldn't you knock?"

He raised an amused eyebrow at me, and that's when I realized that the additional drumbeat in the music background was actually his knocking. I facepalmed myself.

"I wanted to... look, you shouldn't pay heed to