Chapter 6 Myla's Call

Reid pulled open the car door and went inside.

With an expression that seemed dull and uncertain, his gorgeous eyes squinted as he peered at the well-illuminated room on the third floor.

His long and slender fingers caressed his thin, sensual lips tenderly, which still had a whiff of her scent on them.

His eyes twinkled, and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

After he watched for almost half an hour, a look of certainty flashed in his deep, dark eyes. He then took a final look at the building, started the car, and drove away.

In a state of nerves, Kira plopped herself on the floor. Her mind was in chaos.

It was only when the phone in her pocket rang that she got her head around to what was going on.

She took out her phone in a daze, and without looking at the screen to find out who was calling, she gulped and said in a hoarse voice, "Hello?"

"Kira! Do you want to get on my nerves on purpose? What's your issue with today's blind date? The man informed me you were dating a gigolo. If you don't tell me right away, I'm going to sever ties with you!"

Myla yelled. It was so loud that even the neighbors could hear her.

Her powerful voice was enough to bring Kira to her senses.

Kira's face was still ashen with fear as a result of what had happened. When she finally regained her senses, she shook her head and tried to keep her confused mind under control.

"Kira, what in the world is wrong with you? Are you crazy or what? Fill me in on the details of your blind date today!" Myla pressed her with anticipation.

Seeing that her daughter was going into her thirties and without a boyfriend, she felt overwhelmed. As a mother, how could she not be alarmed?

Kira took a deep breath, attempting to make her voice sound normal, and said, "Mom, I listened to your suggestion, and I went on today's date. Let me ask you one thing. Do you even have any idea the kind of person this man is? You can't even begin to imagine what kind of person he is."

"Then explain it to me. The matchmaker mentioned that the man was working in a government unit and that he was honest and loyal. She said that the man was worthy of a lifetime commitment," Myla said.

When Kira heard this, she rolled her eyes. She knew straight away that the matchmaker had deceived her mother again.

"Yes, this man is an employee of a government unit, and he receives a wage of only seven to eight thousand a month. Also, he looks down on me for working at an advertising company, saying I am poorly paid."

Kira struggled to think about the relevant words that would best describe the man. After a momentary pause, with the onset of a pulsating headache, she said, "He said that if we get married, I should settle the down payment for our house. According to him, the wedding gift was merely a symbolic sign, and I must return the gift after the ceremony.

And most important of all,

he asserted that once we've settled down, not only do I have to work, but I should also be a good wife and mother. I would look after not only for him but for his parents as well."

Kira couldn't care less about the money or the wedding gift, but she couldn't bear the demands.

She couldn't stand to deal with such a dominant man. In her eyes, both parties should be responsible for looking after their parents.

And this man's tone gave others the impression that he did not want a wife but a servant.

"Mom, you brought me up to become a mature woman. Do you want to marry me off to someone who treats me as a servant?" Kira asked.

Myla got angry over the phone. "What the hell! What a shameless man! You made a good point, Kira. With how you described him, he's not looking for a wife. I believe it's a servant that he's after!"

But the second after, Myla shifted the topic back to the present.

"Never mind, Kira. You don't have to worry about anything. Meet with someone new tomorrow. This could even be the best blind date ever. I heard he just got back from abroad. He is a manager of a large company. I've seen photos of him, and he looks quite dashing and appealing!"

"Mom!" Kira wearily shouted as she cut Myla off.

"Oh, Mom! Please, give me a break. I've had eight blind dates this week!" Kira lamented.

Myla instantly grunted her discontent and said, "So? What's wrong with that? Keep in mind that you're almost thirty. If you don't get married soon, you're going to end up an old maid, and nobody wants that!

Kira furrowed her brows and said faintly, "Mom, I'm only twenty-seven now. I'm still three years away from turning thirty. Besides, a woman that age will get another kind of charisma, and I'm not in a hurry to settle down yet."

"Not in such a hurry? What in the world are you talking about? Get a grip on yourself, Kira! How dare you even say that? Three years could pass by in a flash. And what do you mean, different charisma? Save it. If you don't do something with your present status, you will end up alone forever!"

Kira was speechless with rage and despair. 'Am I really her biological daughter?'

she thought to herself.

"Mom, I've been swamped with work lately. Can you give me several of rest and tranquility? Starting tomorrow, I'll be on a business trip, so I'm begging you not to arrange any blind dates. Also, it's getting late now, and you should sleep early. Have a good night! Bye, Mom!"

"Kira, you..."

Before her mother was done speaking, Kira already hung up and switched her phone off.

If she didn't do so, her mother would begin to nag again with her speech.

After putting the receiver down, Kira somewhat calmed her nerves first before gathering a bit of strength to stand up.

She went to the door and dreadfully peered at the peephole. When she found the corridor outside to be empty, she softly sighed with relief.

She feared she would catch a fierce-looking man standing outside the doorway.

She then checked if the door was securely fastened by checking the lock several times. After ensuring that the padlock was secure, she slowly made her way to the living room couch.

Tired, she plonked on the sofa and picked up her phone. Her mind then involuntarily thought of the kiss she had earlier in the darkness.

'Who the hell could that guy be? A stranger? Was he drunk or something? Did he do it deliberately?'

The only thing she could distinctly recall about the kiss was the bitter smell of smoke.

Several questions arose in her mind. But when she unintentionally craned her neck, she immediately felt some discomfort.

She sped toward the bathroom mirror and noticed a bite mark on it. As she furiously rubbed the area using her fingers, she was cussing inwardly, 'Damn it!'

Deep in her heart, she also swore at the stranger nonstop before she went off to bed.

The kiss made Kira toss and turn nonstop, and she even repeated the exact scene in her dream the entire evening.

In the middle of the night, she felt a man's huge body smothering her. It was almost impossible for her to get rid of him. "Argh!" Kira shot right up on the bed, still in shock.

After being stunned for a while, she realized it was only a nightmare.

She took in deep breathes and wiped the sweat on her forehead. When she looked out the window, the sky was already a little bright.

She knew she could no longer sleep. Instead of going back to bed, she decided to take a shower and get ready for work.

After getting dressed and grabbing a quick breakfast, Kira studied the dark circles under her eyes that were comparable to a panda's, and cursed in a low voice.

She put on some light makeup which barely covered her dark circles. Then she took her purse and put on her high heels before heading out.

Kira was the creative director of JY Advertising Company, a small advertising company.