Chapter 138

He Is a Nobody Just Like You

She was yet to discover what led her to join Rodriguez in his car, and where they were headed.

“You look worried,” Rodriguez said, curling his lips once in a while and pondering if the look on her face was for him or her offender.

Ken had turned to be a thorn in her flesh. Ken, the once ever caring, respectful, understating lover that sang to her ears he was going to make her his Juliet, the woman of his essence, had cultured the guts to return home without her. She had often reminded herself that the attachment of Ken to her heart had convinced her of the impossibility of surviving without him. But with what he just did, she had been convinced that Ken was still stuck around her because of her vagina and Blueeyes; he had gotten what he wanted and any other thing about her could go to hell. As she stole a glance at Rodriguez and saw how gentle and meek he was, she wished he would not change like Ken after seeing all of her. Most times s