Chapter Twenty Three

Gwen.

I still can’t believe that the man sitting before me was a lawyer. He didn’t look like one to me and even with him putting up that professional look he still didn’t. He looked more like those rich kid with handsome faces who didn’t have to work for their money.

“Seriously, I don’t?” His question brought me back to reality.

I shook my head negatively at his answer. He didn’t look like one end of the discussion.

“Wow, all this while I thought I had this professional look on.” He mused as he rubbed his non-existent beard.

That brought a little laugh from me, “Well Mr Ryan it seems like your thoughts weren’t accurate at all.” He nodded then he smiled, his earlier serious look was gone.

“Okay, I guess you’re done with your lunch now?” I nod.

“Then let me take you home.” He suggested and I froze.

Home. Do I know the meaning of that? I have never had a home my whole life, though I had a family but I was never treated like I was in home. I felt more of an outcast than a family m