Chapter 18: Shadows of the Past

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “Alright, alright! I admit defeat. I’m the fool here,” Aldrich said, dramatically bowing before me. His playful grin revealed a perfect row of white teeth, and his gray eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now, my lady, may I have the honor of inviting you for a walk?” A sudden heat rushed to my face, though I was sure it was just my imagination. Still, his tone was so absurdly theatrical that I couldn't take him seriously. “You can call me Thelma,” I said, rolling my eyes at his antics. “Alright, Thelma,” he replied smoothly. “So, what do you say?” I glanced at him with a shrug. “Do I really have a choice?” He didn’t need any further encouragement. Flashing another grin, he dashed toward the garage. I followed behind, deliberately dragging my feet in the hope that time might miraculously speed up. Though undeniably handsome, Aldrich was also unbearably irritating. His charm was wasted on me, a woman who had no patience for smooth talk or playful winks.