Chapter Forty-Six: The Art Gallery

Even with my drowsy eyes, I met his eyes on me; he had sat still, patiently waiting. "Hey, you still have two minutes left." "It feels like I have been sleeping for hours." "You only slept for forty-six minutes." "And you sat there watching me?" "Yes, and for some reason, I just couldn't take my eyes off you." "I thought you were my chauffeur; when did you become my guardian angel?" I watched as he chuckled, leaning against the couch. "You watched over me. I feel like I owe you an apology." "Why? What for?" "I don't know, maybe for lashing out at you when I should have listened more?" "Your actions were justifiable. You needed your chauffeur, and I wasn't there. I was wrong; I should have told you what I was going through. So I admit that I pushed you to the wall." "Oh no, you didn't. Trust me when I say you didn't." "Well, those words relieve me. Apparently, I thought I did. I do not want to hurt my boss now, would I?" I smirked and said, "Well, if we want to make it to