Chapter 9: Mr. Sawyer, What Are You Doing Here?
After pouring all her sadness into her mother's grave, Abigail feels her heart is no longer as devastated as before. She feels her heavy heart much lighter, and her tears have also dried.
She hopes she will no longer cry over the two men she hated the most: Adam Snow and Ryland Wood. Her story with them now feels like a finished book in her heart.
"HAAH!!"
Abigail sighed deeply, smiled at her mother's grave, and stood from the ground.
When Abigail realized it was almost nine, she immediately bowed to her mother one last time, said goodbye, and left.
Abigail couldn't stay any longer; she had to catch the train back to the capital and return to the Crimson Leaf Café. She had a lot to do today; She needed to talk with Lana about the job and find a new place to stay for the night so she could clean herself and rest.
She hurried down the stairs, needing to catch a taxi to the train station.
However, she realized this place was remote, and getting a taxi around here might pose a challenge. She waited at the bus stop for a while, but only a few cars passed, and there was no sign of a bus or taxi.
'Why does my luck always run out when I need it the most?'
After a few more minutes of waiting, she decided to walk toward the hospital, where there would be more traffic.
However,
As she was about to start walking, a black SUV suddenly pulled up in front of the bus stop, startling her.
The dark window tint made it impossible to see inside the car. She ignored the car and began to walk away from the bus stop, but only a few steps later, a familiar voice called her name.
"Hello, Miss Abigail Snow—"
Abigail stopped in her tracks, surprised. 'Oh God, am I hearing things? Why do I hear that man on the rooftop voice?'
Turning back to look at the bus stop, she saw the car move slightly, and her heart skipped a beat when she noticed him sitting behind the wheel, looking handsome and gazing back at her.
"Are you going somewhere, Miss. Abigail?" he asked casually, almost as if they were old friends, which puzzled her.
"Mr. Sawyer," Abigail awkwardly addressed him. "What are you doing here?" She was surprised that this man remembered her name. And how could he appear in this secluded place?
'What is this guy doing here? Did he follow me? Stalk me?' Abigail wondered but quickly dismissed the idea. It seemed impossible for this man to follow her here, right!?
Sawyer slightly raises his eyebrow at her suspicious question. He sighed deeply and turned his gaze away from her, feeling confused.
Why did he stop? He was supposed to ignore her, but his instincts betrayed him, and he hit the brake without his knowing.
Turning to look at her again, he calmly said, "Well, young lady, honestly, that's my question. Why are you here?"
Abigail could see his annoyance through his gaze. When she realized how rude her question was, she immediately felt terrible.
Not wanting to create a misunderstanding with her savior, she hurriedly clarified.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't intend to be paranoid or suspicious of you."
"It's fine. I don't mind if you're suspicious of me. We only met once, and now we meet again in this situation..." Sawyer's voice sounded gentle, and his gaze no longer seemed annoyed.
"Thanks for understanding, sir." Abigail felt relieved.
"Where are you going?" Sawyer casually asked, but afterward, he scolded himself for asking such a question. He didn't know why, but he always felt foolish whenever he saw her—his mind never cooperated.
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me—" Sawyer felt awkward, noticing her hesitation. He continued, "Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Have a good day, Miss Abigail."
Sawyer was about to hit the gas pedal, but Abigail stopped him.
"Wait, Mr. Sawyer..." Abigail approached his car, closing the distance between them.
He frowned, "Yes?"
"I'm going to the train station to return to the capital. But no cabs are passing through this area. Mr. Sawyer, if you don't mind, could you give me a lift? I need to get to the capital soon." Abigail asked.
Abigail felt her face heat up, but she couldn't back out now. She could only clench her hand tightly, waiting for his response.
"Sure, get in!" Sawyer said, leaning over to open the passenger door for her.
She was stunned by how fast he answered. Not wanting him to change his mind, she hurriedly hopped into the car.
"Thank you, sir—"
"Put on your seatbelt, please."
After Abigail put on her seatbelt, the car slowly started moving. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Sawyer focused on the road while Abigail was too nervous to start a conversation.
She kept her eyes on the street ahead, ensuring Sawyer took the correct route to the train station.
"You said you're catching a train to the capital?" Finally, Sawyer broke the silence.
Abigail turned to him, "Yes..."
He could feel her gaze on him, but when he looked at her, she swiftly turned her eyes back to the street. A small smile slowly crept onto his lips.
"Looks like you don't know the train schedule, Miss Abigail," Sawyer remarked.
Abigail was stunned. Every time she visited this place, she took the morning train and returned to the capital with the night train.
"Oh, my goodness... so they don't have a schedule after nine?"
He answered without looking at her, "I'm not entirely sure, but I heard they only operate four or five times a day. You might want to check the schedule online."
"Ah, you're right," Abigail said, pulling out her cell phone.
However, when she saw her phone, she was utterly shocked. The battery was running out, and she didn't have her charger; it was in her suitcase.
"What happened? Can't find the schedule?"
"No. My phone's battery is dead," Abigail shrugs. She wants to borrow his phone but hesitates, worried he might refuse or think she is strange.
"It's fine, sir. You can drop me at the station. I hope my luck isn't gone today. At least not entirely gone," Abigail said helplessly, looking out the window, hoping for some luck.
In this situation, if she was lucky, a train would still be coming, and it was an immediate train that would take her to the city, or Sister Lana might throw away her suitcase.
"You know what, you can use my phone—"
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Chapter 10: This Man Never Failed To Amaze Her
Abigail was starting to lose count of how many times this man had surprised her. None of her guesses about his next move were correct.
She was taken aback when Sawyer offered her his cell phone, which many consider a private item. And it gets even more unusual, thinking they had only met once, very briefly, and were still strangers to each other.
"Miss Abigail, would you mind stop overthinking and just taking it? I need to move my car—" Sawyer urged, and she reflexively took his phone as the traffic light turned green and the car started moving.
"Alright. Thank you, sir," she said, smiling at him. However, his following words caught her off guard.
"You seem to forget my name, Miss Abigail," Sawyer remarked, feeling old when she referred to him as 'sir' or 'mister.'
"Ah, sorry. Thank you, Mr. Sawyer," she apologized, turning her attention to his latest iPhone. She was completely unaware of his sour smile. But the phone wouldn't open. She looked at him again, "I need to scan your face, sir…"
Sawyer didn't respond immediately as he drove through the busy road. After a few more minutes, he finally glanced at her.
"Okay, now—" Sawyer began, turning to her, and she promptly held the phone up to his face. She had to do it twice, as she almost hit Sawyer's face the first time.
"Thank you, sir—" Abigail said, casually forgetting to call his name again.
Sawyer simply shook his head and ignored her.
Abigail quickly checked the train schedule. A few minutes later, her face darkened as she discovered the next train was scheduled to depart at 12:10 PM and arrive in the city at nearly 1:00 PM.
She was in trouble now. Her cell phone battery was dead, and she couldn't contact Lana to inform her about the delay.
Sawyer was curious about the outcome of her train schedule browsing. Still, Abigail said nothing and did not return his phone. He glanced at her quickly and was surprised to see the worry reflected in her expression.
"How did it go?" he asked.
Abigail turned to him and said, "You are right, Mr. Sawyer. No trains are available now. The closest one departs at twelve-ten."
A faint smile graced her worried face before she continued, "It looks like my luck had been entirely drained today. I likely will lose my opportunity to get a new job."
Abigail shrugged, showing despair.
Her words made Sawyer feel bad, especially when he remembered what had happened to her yesterday on the rooftop. Her fiancé had betrayed her, and now that he was meeting her again, he noticed she was still wearing the same clothes. Did this mean she didn't have a place to go?
'Abigail, what happened to you? Do I need to ask Ethan to investigate your life further?' He wondered.
Once more, his curiosity and excitement about her kicked in hard. Still, he also worried he might've gone too far and become her stalker. He was puzzled.
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The train station was just a few meters ahead. Sawyer felt guilty if he didn't help her again.
Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, he glanced at her.
"If you want, instead of riding the train and late, you can ride with me, Miss Abigail. I'm heading to the city anyway."
Abigail was no longer surprised to hear his offer. This man never failed to amaze her with his unpredictable offer. She immediately nodded to accept it.
"Yes, thank you so much, Mr. Sawyer," Abigail said. How could she refuse his offer? Even though it would take three hours to arrive, it would still be faster than taking the next train.
Sawyer said nothing. His mind was still busy thinking about what had happened to her.
"Your phone, Mr. Sawyer," Abigail handed over his phone. But Sawyer didn't accept it, confusing her.
"Would you mind typing your cell phone number and saving it in my phone's contact?" he calmly asked.
Abigail slightly frowned but didn't ask further. This man had already helped her three times, and his gentleness made her not feel anxious being around him. So, she accepted his request, typed her number, and saved it immediately.
"Do you still remember your vow? That you owe me your life?"
"Y-Yes…" Abigail muttered, puzzled by his question. Did he want to claim it now?
He glanced at her briefly before saying, "That's why I asked you if I may save your number. So I could call you if I need to collect your debt."
Abigail was lost for words; she could only silently nod. He was indeed correct. How could he collect the debt if they didn't connect through a phone number?
"Thank you, Mr. Sawyer. Thank you for all your help," Abigail expressed her gratitude. However, this time, she didn't make any vow to repay his kindness.
Abigail learned from her mistakes; she would not make those vows again. Her previous debt was already hard to repay.
Now, she could only blame a specific person in the capital because her anger at him made her mind not work correctly, and she ignorantly made such a vow.
Before long, the car was speeding on the freeway. No one spoke. As the vehicle was soundproof, the quiet grew thicker.
Abigail sank with her Grandma's condition. She felt worried now because her cell phone was not active. What if there was bad news from the hospital? And Nurse Rosa couldn't contact her?
She glanced at her watch several times to check their estimated arrival. However, they were still far from the destination, and knowing they were not even halfway there worried her.
When she was still sinking into her thoughts, Sawyer's voice suddenly brought her back.
"Miss Abigail, earlier you asked me why I'm in town?"
Abigail glanced at him with a thin frown on her forehead. She remembered her suspicious question at the bus stop—she thought this man was stalking her.
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Mr. Sawyer. I don't mean being too nosy about your business," she felt terrible.
Sawyer chuckled for the first time as he turned his gaze back to the street.
"I'm not offended. I just wanted to let you know I came here yesterday for work. I was supposed to return in the evening but was too tired to drive back three hours to the city," Sawyer explained calmly.
However, inwardly, he found it unbelievable. Why did he need to explain this to her?
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I'm sorry, but I can only upload one chapter per day for this book. No worries; after my other book is finished, it will be two chapters daily. Happy reading! ^__*
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