Ellinor was seriously regretting this route choice now; she was all wound up.
She was feeling like a wet mop right now, and the last thing she wanted was a rendezvous with that guy.
If she was in a crowded place, she might have been able to pretend she didn't see Theo and just beat it.
But on this deserted path, it was just the two of them.
One in front, one behind, there was no way she could duck out.
The gap between the two of them was getting smaller and smaller.
Theo's hands were in his pockets and his pace was steady. His handsome face was as expressionless as a stone, but his eyes were locked on the woman up ahead.
Face to face, there was no way Ellinor could play dumb. She just gave him a cursory glance, nodded politely, cracked a smile, and then hightailed it around him.
"Hold it."
Theo's voice was deep and steady, with no ups and downs, but it carried a sort of pressure that was hard to shake off.
Ellinor grudgingly stopped in her tracks, but she didn't turn around to look at him. "Need something, Mr. Blanchet?"
"Turn around!"
Theo's command rubbed Ellinor the wrong way. She didn't play along. "Sorry, Mr. Blanchet, I'm headed towards the gate; there’s no time to turn around."
Seeing her resistance, Theo's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
Ellinor's line of sight was now filled with his body, with nothing else in view.
She didn't want to make eye contact, so she didn't look up at him. She just said, "Spit it out, Mr. Blanchet."
Theo stared at Ellinor with a serious face.
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