Chapter 29

Keila's POV

"What are you, a nurse? I know you're a singer!" I'll be honest. "Let me go, okay?"

He came to me, took my crutch, and then lifted me up.

"What's up, Kean? Put me down; I can take care of myself," I moaned.

"If you wait any longer, I'm going to kiss you for real. I'm not joking, Keila, so it's okay, shut up first. I'm going to bring you to you." I didn't make any more noise because he was very serious. Later, he suddenly stole a kiss from me.

He helped me ride his motorcycle. He tied the crutch to the motorcycle, and we left. I haven't spoken yet because Kean might have something to do with me later. I held on to him very tightly because I didn't want to fall off his motorcycle. My foot is already injured, and then my injury will increase? It's not possible; I can't dance anymore.

Even though I was annoyed with Kean, I enjoyed riding Kean's motorcycle again, even though we were slow. He probably remembers me.

We stopped in front