"The first time, you got dragged into drinking with a bunch of guys at a bar—good thing I was there to get you out. The second time, you nearly got assaulted in that alley, and thank God the cops showed up when they did. And now tonight? If I hadn't happened to be passing by, you would've been in real trouble. That's three times, Mandy."
As Liam spoke, a chill ran down his spine at the thought of what might have happened.
If he hadn't run into Vincent halfway home and taken him to the hospital, he'd have been back at his apartment already—and would have missed Mandy getting hassled. Only after dropping Vincent off and heading home did he stumble on her.
"You're a college student. Don't you have any sense of self-preservation?"
Mandy listened to his lecture with barely a reaction. She simply said, "Thanks."
If she didn't know he was good friends with Victor Lewis and Ethan Linwood, she might have actually thought well of him.
But unfortunately...
Birds of a feather flock together. Anyone who's close to someone like Ethan Linwood couldn't possibly be all that decent.
Liam frowned. He wasn't looking for a thank you—he just wanted her to start thinking a little more about her own safety, especially at night.
He opened his mouth to say more, but when he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Mandy turn her head to stare coldly out the window at the passing streetlights, he lost his urge to keep talking.
The car sped through the near-empty streets, finally pulling up outside the gates of Cresthaven Institute of Technology.
The campus entrance was deserted, lit only by a handful of dim streetlamps.
Liam snapped, "Alright, out you go."
Mandy didn't seem to care about his attitude. Without a word, she opened the car door and walked straight to the campus gate.
That's when she realized the curfew had already kicked in. The gate was locked, and the security office lights were off.
She stood there for a moment, frowning at the closed gate.
Forget it. I'll just go home.
She turned and started walking along the empty road toward her house.
Sitting in his car, Liam watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but let out a laugh of disbelief.
Locked out of the dorm, and she still wouldn't ask him for help.
So what if he'd snapped at her? It was for her own good, and now she was getting all stubborn about it.
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