At that moment, I didn't know his name was Chandler.

Nor did I know that the gears of fate were pushing us toward the next chapter of our lives.

When I woke up, Jayvon was still sound asleep.

I gently moved his arm from my waist and got out of bed to wash up.

Chandler must have used every bit of strength he had last night when he held me. My wrist still bore two red marks from where he had gripped me, and they hadn't faded overnight.

I couldn't let him affect my life.

We were over. There was no future for us.

When I got to the office, my colleague told me that we had a new intern today.

"He's so handsome! I've never seen such a good-looking guy in my life!"

I laughed and teased, "You say that about every good-looking guy you see."

"This time it's different!"

She leaned in close to my ear, whispering mysteriously, "Rumor has it, this intern is the boss's nephew, and he's here to experience the life of ordinary people."

"Then welcome. It's not like he has to worry about food or money."

We chatted casually until a shadow loomed over my desk, and I finally looked up.

Chandler stood there in a trench coat, looking a little uneasy.

Next to him was my department supervisor.

In an instant, everything clicked.

The supervisor flashed a smile, "Gisselle, this is our new intern. You've been here for years, so make sure to show him the ropes."

I forced a smile. "Sure, I'll take care of it."

Internally, I was rolling my eyes.

"For years?" I had only been working for two years.

Chandler's approach seemed incredibly low-level.

Once the supervisor left, I didn't even glance at Chandler, focusing on my work. He stood there for a full ten minutes before I finally turned around. "Your desk is in the other office. Stop standing there like an idiot."

"I… I want to be in the same office as you. Is that okay?"

Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if he had a split personality.

Yesterday at the arcade, he acted just like one of those dominant CEOs straight out of a novel. Last night, he turned into a pitiful little puppy begging for sympathy. And now, he was back to playing the polite, clueless college student, asking me for permission.

"No."

I walked up to him, locking eyes.

I always liked Chandler's eyes.

From the beginning, they were what had bewitched me.