Not that she wanted the police to find out and investigate the crime scene, because she's certain that the traces would lead them to her and complicate matters further, especially given the fact that she's just a migrant refugee coming from a war with no connection to anyone that would save her from getting out of trouble. Furthermore, she doesn’t know how to explain to the authorities how they were killed. Claw marks were all over the places, and no ordinary human being could do such thing. Except for Dylanyy, and he wasn’t a normal human being. In that case, no one would ever believe her story. She’s just starting a new life in a new place, things like that aren’t good for her. However, Rachel couldn’t help but be left in wonder as to why it was too quiet. Is it possible that Dylan had something to do with it? He must have cleaned up the messes so that no one would know what he had done. “Are you okay? You became quiet all of a sudden.” Craig’s voice took her out from her trance.

Rachel didn’t give Dylan a chance to explain himself and drive him off outside her bedroom, smacking and pushing him with a pillow,“Take it back then! | don’t want any of it!” “Go!” She cried out with one last push until Dylan stepped out from her room and slammed the door shut in his face. She was panting really hard. Her heart thudded in her chest like a thousand galloping horses. She leaned her back against the door, her tears kept on streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t want to cry. However, she wasn’t in control of it. They were an open well that kept on overflowing no matter how hard she tried to wipe them dry. He made her feel uncomfortable. She thought he was a burglar that came into her house and would mean her harm. She thought she was going to die, rape her dead body. There were so many things that were running in her head right now. She never sensed his presence. She didn’t know how long he was staying inside her apartment. He invaded her space once again. First and

Craig halted with his steps and stared at her face. His eyes squinting while his gaze fixed on her lips. Rachel got conscious a little bit and averted her eyes on him. “Anyways, did you use some lip plumper on?” He voiced out his perplexity, still looking at her lips with befuddlement. “What’s a lip plumper...?” Rachel didn’t get it at first. She touches her lips and then realizes what he is talking about. Her cheeks are even more flushed as she recalls the events that led up to it all, “Oh, that’s right. Yes. Curiosity got the better of me, so I tried some on.” She quickly reasoned out, urging her feet to continue walking, and dipped her head, making her hair blocks the view of her flushed face. ‘Damn that wolf!’ She internally muttered, cursing on Dylan’s name for doing it to her. “It suits you, but your natural lips look better,” Craig commented, matching up with her steps and sweeping her hair off her face, and tucking it behind her ears. “Do you ever run out of compliments?

The exhausting day went through. From the opening shift, Martin asked Rachel to extend and take overtime, both Craig and her. She couldn't say no since she would receive night differentials to compensate for it, even though she was already exhausted from running back and forth to the kitchen and bringing the customers' orders to their table. She thought she could go home early and reminded herself to buy a padlock to replace the broken one using the tip given to her. Unfortunately, Martin called for her last minute when she was about to punch out in her daily time record. After Helen finished with her orders, Rachel made sure that she would be the one to clean up her table. Though she hasn't expected that she will give her a hundred-dollar tip. She kept her surprised expression to herself and pretended that she was wiping the crumbs off the table. She cupped her hand at the edge of the table and swept the rag across the table before taking the money and slipping it between her finge

However, as much as how many times she denies it. She definitely felt the pull he was so adamant about, and there’s no way that could ignore it. She “Rachie?” Dylan’s voice broke her out of trance. She blinked at him three times and pulled her hands away from him as if his touch was burning her. “I can manage to go on by myself.” She declared defiantly, her chin jutted in the air and her head tilted to one side to hide the spreading shade of pink on her cheeks. Rachel just hoped that there wasn’t enough light for him to see her face flushed. “Don't be ridiculous.” Dylan snickered, his brows furrowed in disapproval with her statement, “It’s dangerous for you to walk alone.” “I wouldn’t have to walk on my own if you didn’t threaten Craig.” She countered, her arms akimbo to her waist, and bit the inner side of her cheeks to keep herself from ogling over him. Like, how can she not? He’s damn hot with his baby blue polo with three of his buttons undone, teasing her with the curls of t