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    “I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!”


    Amanda apologized to Rnd and dabbed at his face with her damp handkerchief, desperately trying to erase the shoe print marring his features.


    The sole had left a faint crimson mark dead center on his face, like an unwanted badge of their bizarre encounter. Though it didn’t cause him physical pain, his inner neat freak was screaming in protest. His initial impulse tofort her evaporated, reced by a fleeting urge to suggest she deserved her current living situation.


    “I’m terribly sorry. I mistook you for one of the homeless people around here!” she exined hastily. Her words doused Rnd’s irritation.


    During his approach, he had observed a disheveled man tailing Amanda. When the vagrant noticed Rnd’s presence, he awkwardly feigned interest in the surroundings before slinking away.


    The fact that she had thrown her slippers at him spoke volumes about the precariousness of her situation.


    The vagrant’s brazen stalking was just the beginning. Rnd knew all too well how such situations could escte.


    With a resigned sigh, he took the handkerchief from her. “Get your belongings together. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”


    Amanda instinctively retreated half a step, her fist clenching with tension. “And where exactly do you n to take me?”


    Rnd understood her wariness. They were merely acquaintances, after all. He couldn’t quite exin his own desire to help; perhaps guilt lingered from their morning misunderstanding. “To a safe ce where you can stay,” he offered simply.


    Amanda swallowed hard. “I’m perfectly fine here.”


    “Fine?” He directed her attention to the suspicious figure lurking meters away, his disheveled appearance and furtive movements setting off rm bells. “Based on my understanding of men, in three days, he’ll rape and kill you, then im insanity for a lighter sentence. Do you believe me?”


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    Whether or not she fully believed his assessment, fear flickered across Amanda’s face. After a moment’s hesitation, she ducked into her tent, hastily gathering her possessions.


    The tent copsed neatly into a moderately-sized travel bag. Though Rnd offered to carry it, his long-legged stride meant each of his steps required two of hers to match.


    Under the vagrant’s persistent gaze, Amanda’s anxiety mounted as the distance between them grew. She hurried to catch up, delicately pinching Rnd’s sleeve between her fingertips—careful not to overstep boundaries, even in her desperation.


    “Where are we going?” she asked. “I can’t afford a hotel.”


    “I’ll handle the cost,” Rnd stated matter-of-factly.


    “But I can’t keep relying on your generosity,” Amanda protested softly. Though penniless now, her pride whispered promises of future repayment. “I can’t afford anything too expensive, and I’m afraid the cheap ces aren’t clean.”


    Rnd suddenly halted, causing her to collide with his arm. The warmth radiating from his skin caught her off guard. For someone his age, he possessed an unusually vibrant energy that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.


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