My boss attempted to change my mind, but once he recognized my resolve, he accepted my resignation letter.
Following the standard procedure, I would be free to leave after completing this week’s tasks.
At ten that evening, while mingling with colleagues at a gathering, Lucian called.
A male coworker accidentally answered, and when I took the call, Lucian's voice was cold. “Savannah, where are you at this hour?”
I simply replied, “Out.”
“Send me your location. I’m coming to get you,” he commanded before abruptly hanging up.
After sending him my location, I waited until the store closed, but he never showed up.
Checking Ophelia’s social media, I found a post about her feeling ill and attached to an IV, which didn’t surprise me.
I took a cab home alone, took a shower, and went to bed.
Around three in the morning, Lucian returned, dusty and exhausted, shaking me awake.
He said coldly, “Savannah, I’m hungry. Make me some tacos.”
He had never been fond of tacos, but I knew who he wanted them for.
I attempted to withdraw my hand, but I felt the scar etched into the back of his hand.
If it hadn’t been for Lucian that day the school auditorium caught fire, I would probably be dead.
A life spared for a simple bowl of tacos seemed a fair exchange.
As I slipped into my coat, ready to step out, Lucian's hand caught my arm, a rare uncertainty clouding his voice.
“Maybe… maybe this can wait till morning?” he ventured, his words trailing off, almost pleading.
I gently cut him off, my voice calm but insistent, “Besides tacos, is there anything else she’s craving?”
For a brief moment, he stood in silence, then released my arm, his gaze softening. “No, that’s it.”
At the break of dawn, he appeared at my door, holding a thermos filled with food.
“Savannah, I’ll be going abroad next week. I plan to take some time this Saturday to have dinner with your parents and talk about our wedding…”
Before he could complete his thought, I interjected, “That’s not necessary.”
Lucian's expression shifted to one of surprise. “What do you mean?”
“They’re on a trip and won’t be back anytime soon," I lied with a smile.
He looked at me, his eyes searching for an answer, but just then, his phone rang, and he quickly shut the door.
On Friday, my last day at work, I had just stepped out of the building when Lucian abruptly yanked me into his car wordlessly.