Part 83

Margareth POV Since we had not talked for almost a day, I get stunned by his unexpected existence. "Well, I-I.. work.." I stammered through my utterance. I didn't know why I was afraid to reveal the truth that I was working as a freelance barista. "Are you working??" His thick eyebrows were furrowed, making sure if he didn't hear the wrong the phrases. I then nodded as my gazes met his. Although I felt scared like a prisoner being sentenced to jail, I gathered my bravery and confidence to assure him. After that, he responded, "Why are you doing it? Do you really need some amount of money?" In a split second, I avoided his stares and answered, "I just want to be productive, and get paid at the same time. About money, I don't really think of it since I still have some amount of it in my investment account." Without any hesitation, his steps made a little distance with mine as his serious and intimidating gazes lock at mine. "Just tell me if you need something or more than just ones. Even