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Chapter 7

"I beg your pardon?" Paris is utterly shocked of what she heard from him. Did he really say he lived in Apartment Keller? She was indeed happy to find someone who also lived there but she is not feeling good about it. Not that she cared, she had a feeling that this would not be their first meeting.

"I could show you where your apartment is because I happened to live on the same building." The guy pointed out to her with a grin on his face.

Paris scanned his face and looked for any signs if he was joking or not. His face seemed convincing about she must not immediately trust someone especially here in Paris. He might be a prankster or a thief or a kidnapper. Yet a face like that would not do such harm. Looks can be so deceiving, she said to herself.

"I - uh I just want to ask for directions so that I could go by myself." Paris did not know how to say that she does not trust him in way that could not insult him. The man in front of her peeked towards her bags and the corners of his lips moved up.

"Would it not be hard and tiresome to carry your bags? I could help you, you know."

Paris mentally face palmed herself. She had not thought about her bags! The chauffeur did tell her that the apartment is not that far so it would not be bad to walk with those bags, right?

"I know you don't trust me enough to walk you to your flat but I am harmless, pumpkin. I'm just offering you a help." The guy fixed his sweater and put his hands on its pocket. "If you are not comfortable with me, then it's fine."

The guy turn around from her and begun to walk on his way. Paris could not think of something else. She may not know him but she felt that his intentions were with no harm. What if she decline and would fine someone worse? Paris saw that the guy was few paces from her.

"Wait! Monsieur!" Paris ran up to him and stop to catch her breath. How could he walk that far? Paris looked up to him and met his questioning eyes.

"Je suis dèsolè. It's not that I don't trust you earlier but I could not just take a risk in accepting someone's help. You might be pulling a prank on me and might even thinking on kidnapping me." Paris began blabbering to him. The guy's right brow arched up on what she is saying and later on his appearance changed from a questioning look to an amused one. "We do not know what has been running around in someone's mind especially in a place and time like this. So I did thought that if you offered me a help there would not be a chance on inflicting harm on me. And you look far diff-"

Paris was cut off with her blabber when the guy patted her shoulder and walked past behind her.

"Let's get your bags before they get lost." Paris eyes went round when he said that. She did not even tell him she needed his help. But oh well, he might got the point.

"I trust you this time. My welfare is under your responsibility if you don't know."

She heard the guy scoffed at her statement.

"You're not a kid anymore pumpkin. And for a petite girl like you, I did not know you could talk like that," he remarked.

Paris was about to respond to him but was left with a gaping mouth. She did not realize that she has been blabbering nonsense to him.

"I have a name and it is not pumpkin." Paris retorted.

"Is it not?" He questioned with a playful smirk in his lips.

"Whatever."

Paris heard him chuckle making her roll her eyes. She decided not to utter a word which only leads them to a senseless conversation. Why don't she enjoy the walk and forget that she is with someone, in that way she would not be irked by him.