Chapter 13: I can do it

The days passed quickly. She was already on her third day. She was supposed to go home yesterday, but one co-worker was absent, so she offered to stay longer. She worked 10 hours and kept smiling the whole time. She didn’t even feel very tired, except for yesterday. Normally, she only worked 5 hours.

She was content because now she had something to keep her busy. She also had her own money for her personal needs. It wasn’t a huge salary, but she was happy. The tiredness also faded whenever they laughed together during breaks.

Most of the part-timers she worked with were college students. They were lucky because the owner was kind. They only had five-hour shifts. That’s why many of them continued studying. Some had morning classes, and others had night classes.

She left work along with some coworkers. It had just stopped raining. Good thing it did, because she didn’t bring an umbrella.

She stopped laughing when she noticed a fancy car pull over. She suddenly felt nervous. She didn’t recognize the car. She hoped it wasn’t BK. What would her coworkers say?

Her mouth fell open when she saw BK stepping out of the car. She heard some of the girls gasp. They probably thought her husband was handsome. At that moment, she was holding on to Allen’s T-shirt, one of their baggers.

She saw BK frown when he looked at her hand clinging to Allen’s shirt. There was a puddle they were about to cross, so she held on for a moment. It was just bad timing that BK arrived right then.

BK took off his sunglasses.  She couldn’t read his expression. There wasn’t even any sun, but he wore shades like it was a hot summer day. He started walking toward her, eyes glued to her and Allen.

Her coworkers exchanged looks. They didn’t know who BK was picking up.

She faced her coworkers and said goodbye. She hadn’t even taken a step when BK placed a hand around her waist. She looked down at his hand, feeling awkward.

“Let’s go,” BK said.

She could hear her coworkers whispering.

“Uh, okay,” she replied to BK. Then she turned to her coworkers. “We’ll go ahead,” she said.

“Hey, Daph! Aren’t you going to introduce us to—” Leslie didn’t finish her question because BK cut her off.

“I’m her husband,” BK said shortly, giving Allen a glance. Everyone else also turned to look at Allen.

“Oh,” they all said in chorus, except for Allen, who was left speechless. The girls looked thrilled as they stared at BK.

She cleared her throat, making BK glance at her.

“Let’s go,” she said to him. BK nodded and guided her into his car.

BK quickly got into the driver’s seat. He seemed rushed, and she raised an eyebrow.

She hadn’t even buckled her seatbelt properly when BK suddenly sped off.

“Ah!” Her forehead hit the dashboard, and she immediately held her head. She let out a soft cry, making BK glance at her, and suddenly he hit the brakes. She almost bumped her head again.

She turned to him, annoyed, still rubbing her forehead. “What’s your problem?” she snapped.

“Does it hurt?” he asked after a pause, sounding concerned.

“Oh, no, not at all!” she said sarcastically, buckling her seatbelt properly this time. She remembered how he suddenly stepped on the gas earlier when she hadn’t secured it yet.

She gasped when he suddenly leaned in to check the bump on her forehead.

“Fck! I’m sorry,” he muttered, gently rubbing it. He even blew on it, and his breath made her shiver.

He fixed her seatbelt, then started driving again, but slower this time, unlike earlier when it felt like a race.

When they got home, Daphne went straight to her room. She told him she wasn’t cooking tonight. But she didn’t say she was annoyed.

What if the bump didn’t go away? Her coworkers might think she was a battered wife!

“You’re so annoying, BK!” she muttered as she looked at her bump in the mirror.

She froze when her door opened and BK came in carrying a basin of ice. She saw it from the corner of her eye. He had a towel on his arm. She instantly guessed what he planned to do. Maybe he didn’t have a cold compress.

She turned to him as he spoke. He placed the basin on her side table and spoke again, asking her to sit down.

Wow. What’s this? Him trying to be a gentleman?

“Are you just going to stare at me all night? If you want that bump to get bigger and turn purple, go ahead,” he teased.

She got annoyed. Was he trying to scare her now?

She sat down on the bed. He pulled a chair from her vanity and sat in front of her.

“I already ordered food,” he said as he gently pressed the ice wrapped in the towel on her forehead.

“Okay,” she said shortly.

She didn’t look at him. She was still angry about what happened earlier.

She thought everything was fine after the way he acted around her coworkers. But then he went crazy behind the wheel. If something was wrong, he shouldn’t have taken it out on her.

She sighed deeply. BK looked at her.

“I can do it myself,” Daphne said. She grabbed the towel and moved away from him.

BK stood there for a moment, then left the room.