Mysterious Savior?

Lucky's POV "Lucky…" I froze and stared at Peter standing in the middle of the lobby. He's holding a bouquet of flowers while looking at me with those pitiful eyes. I clenched my jaws. What is he doing here? Is he really gonna mess with me every fcking day? I ignored him. I continued walking towards the elevator, not even paying a single glance. He followed me, but I glared at him and pushed his flower. It fell on the cold tile. "Lucky, please talk to me…" I bore my sharp eyes at him. "Didn't I tell you we're over, Peter?" "Lucky… Please! I'll do anything and everything. Just please forgive me. Let's start over again, hmm?" I shook my head. "No, Peter. What you're asking is too much. Even talking to you is already too much for me. I don't want to see you anymore. I made it clear to you last time, right?" My cold emotionless eyes remained on him as I stood inside the elevator until it slid close. His eyes are full of guilt and regrets. But it's too late. It's too late! I paused on my wa