CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWO PRECIOUS MORNING KISS

~MAE~ George Benson said nothing in response. Instead, he began walking away without warning. “George, I swear, I threw it here. I knew he was up to something, so I disposed of it,” I shouted, rushing after him. “And how am I supposed to believe that?” he raised his voice, stopping in his tracks. I stared at him in surprise, stopping, too. “You..” I paused, gulping hard. “You don't believe me?” I asked sadly and saw him breathe. “You believe I can intentionally allow him to break into your house and hurt your lawyer, whom I'm aware is helping us fight against him?” I said with teary eyes. Silence. “It's fine. I'm at fault for drafting the sketch, too.” I nodded and threw off the sketch before throwing off the glove in my hands and running off. I hadn't taken up to four steps when I felt him grab my wrist and pull me back to himself. My tears fell already, so it was difficult to fight them back. My chest landed on him, and he hugged me tight to himself, bending a bit due to th