Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 221

Wendy turned around and found herself looking into a pair of concerned eyes. It was Finch.

Finch pulled her by the arm back to the safety of the sidewalk before letting go.

"You were lost in thought. There's a lot of traffic on this road. If a driver had zoned out, you walking out like that could've ended badly."

Wendy snapped back to reality, glanced at the red light, then at Finch's face, and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you. It won't happen again."

"You'd better not let it happen again," he chided, though a faint smile played on his lips.

"Mr. Finch, what are you doing here?" Wendy changed the subject.

She'd just pulled a move so clumsy even a preschooler wouldn't have slipped up, and the embarrassment was absolutely crushing.

Finch pointed to a car across the street. "I saw you from a distance and honked a few times, but you didn't hear me. You looked so distraught, so I came over to check on you."

"Oh?" Wendy was surprised; she genuinely hadn't heard a horn.

There were probably too many horns honking, and with so many cars on the street and her mind preoccupied, she hadn't noticed his.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Wendy said with an embarrassed smile.

"It's fine. With this much traffic, I wouldn't have heard it either." Finch's eyes crinkled, his handsome features softening. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home."

Wendy was about to refuse, but Finch was already walking toward his parked car, so she had no choice but to follow.

Once they were in the car, Finch tapped on his phone screen. Wendy glanced over and saw it was a ride-sharing app.

She couldn't help but ask, "You have a car, why are you using a ride-sharing app?"

Finch paused for a second before explaining, "Oh, I sometimes drive for a little extra cash. I had just accepted a ride, but then I saw you. I told the customer to cancel the order."

"Oh, I see. In that case, you should take your customer. My place is really close, I can just get a ride myself."

She didn't need Baron to be some superstar. She just wanted him to be steady, driven, and to finally drop the gambling.

Comparisons are odious. Wendy said sincerely, "Thank you so much."

"Hey, don't be so formal with me. What's going on with you? Walking alone this late at night is dangerous," Finch said as he started the car and drove toward Wendy's home.

Wendy omitted some details. "I just had dinner at a friend's place. I ate too much and wanted to walk it off to help with digestion."

Finch clearly didn't believe her, but he didn't press the issue and went along with her story.

"You could try jogging, either at a gym or in a park. You sit most of the day at work, which isn't good for your health. You could set aside some time after work to exercise."

At the mention of exercise, Wendy shook her head repeatedly. "Forget it. I'm too lazy. After a long day at work, the last thing I want to do when I get home is move."

She was telling the truth. She worked like a dog at the office all day, and her job required her to wear high heels, which was exhausting.