"I should thank you, Ms. Yellen." Zayn turned around with a smile on his face as he stared into my eyes.
After our eyes met for a second, I looked away in a panic.
I was afraid that I would melt in his eyes every second.
"Ms. Yellen, your ears are red."
"Ah!" I pinched my ears with both hands and pretended to be calm. "Maybe it's too hot."
"I see." Zayn retracted his gaze, but the smile on his face had yet to fade.
"Ms. Yellen, come back to the hotel with me. I'll go back to the Yellen's house with you tomorrow."
Back to the Yellen's house? Why? Was he going to divorce me cuz I got myself in jail?
After all, he liked elegant ladies.
My mind was filled with thoughts of regret.
"Ms. Yellen, don't think too much. Your mother asked us to go back for dinner tomorrow." Zayn suddenly explained.
"Okay." I nodded obediently, but in my heart, I was wondering if Zayn could read my mind.
However, returning to the Yale family for dinner gave me a headache.
If I'm not mistaken, my dear mom had a idea again.
The next day, I went back home with Zayn.
Before entering the villa, Zayn suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I wondered.
Zayn raised his arm and asked,