Chanel POV
We are now in Alex’s car on our way home. And I was being persistent on going to another bookstore. I want to be out and about, not locked-up inside the apartment.
“Fine. Just one call.” He stopped at a curb and went to browse on his phone. “There.”
I sat there watching him.
“Hi. This is Alex Wilson. Can I talk to Miranda?”
“Oh, hi, Miranda. I will be buying books and stuff. Can you help me out?”
“I need at least an hour of privacy.”
“That’s great. Thank you.”
He ended the call.
Alex looked at me, at the same time took my hand and kissed the back of it.
“You know your cheek is still red, baby. You know you can file a case against your dad. We can go to the hospital right now to check on you.” He looked into my eyes deeply.
“Thank you, Alex. I’m fine. Don’t waste
