Chapter 6 Over the next few days, I followed Mike to the company and learned a lot regarding business tricks and social skills-the kind of things that really mattered. One afternoon, he surprised me by saying he'd take me out to eat. And not just anywhere-the fanciest steakhouse in town. I didn't expect to run into Tilda and Phil there. Tilda had been cutting his steak, but the moment she saw me and Mike, she dropped her knife and fork in shock. "Skye, you're here, too-" She caught herself, then quickly corrected, "Mr. Mike, Ms. Skye, you're here for dinner, too?" A second later, I heard her thoughts loud and clear. [Damn it, of all times, I had to run into her now. I can't lose face here!] "Yeah," I said with a smile. "We felt like having steak." I slipped my arm through his, and he didn't pull away. Phil scrambled to greet us politely. "Mr. Mike, Ms. Skye." Mike didn't bother replying. He just led me past them and straight to a table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tilda grinding her teeth, furious. She must have a thousand questions. Why hadn't Mike hit me? Why had he brought me out, looking perfectly fine, to eat together? When I went to the restroom, Tilda was waiting at the door. The way she glared at me, I thought she might swallow me whole. It was the same look she'd had in my last life, right before she ran me over with her car. "You must be getting beat up by Mike in private!" she hissed. "Quit pretending. You make me sick!" I laughed softly, then let my gaze drift to her arm, where tiny needle marks dotted her skin. "Oh, no, Tilda," I said lightly. "What happened? What's with all those marks?" Her eyes flickered with panic. She quickly yanked her sleeve down and shot me a vicious glare. "Mind your own business! It's between me and Phil. Just our way of having fun." She sneered, "But I guess you wouldn't know, would you? Mike probably hasn't touched you at all. Not like Phil-he keeps me up all night. I can barely keep up." I almost laughed. She was obviously miserable, yet still forcing herself to brag. I wondered how long she could keep up the act. "That's great for you," I said coolly. "I hope you two stay very happy." 1/3 Chopter & I turned to leave, but she suddenly grabbed my hair. "You witch! You're mocking me, aren't you?!" I frowned. She was still the same as she was in my past life-completely unhinged. I tried to pull free, but before I could, Mike stormed in and kicked her away. "How dare you disrespect Ms. Skye! Do you know the punishment for that?" His voice was cold and dangerous. He pulled me to his side, standing tall over her. I remembered the rule well. The punishment was being locked in the dungeon. I'd been sent there once in my last life, thanks to Tilda's scheming. It was crawling with rats, roaches, and snakes. She knew what that meant, too. Her face drained of all color. "Mr. Mike, I didn't mean it. Please, don't do this to me!" But Mike was never the type to go soft. Once he made a decision, nothing could change it. He ordered Phil to take her away. Inside, Phil was cursing. [I hope she rots in there. She's causing trouble every damn day!] +25 Bonus Mike led me back to the bedroom and checked my head. "You okay?" "I'm fine. She just yanked my hair." I pushed his hand away and straightened my clothes. "But why did you suddenly show up at the restroom?" His dark eyes fixed on me. "You were gone too long." Then, after a pause, he said, "I also wanted to ask-why were you fighting with her again?" I hesitated. I couldn't exactly say it was because Tilda had been reborn and was out to get me. So instead I told him, "She kept bragging about how she and Phil sleep together every night and how happy she is. She compared it to you not touching me at all. That's why we fought." His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Mike murmured, "So are you trying to hint at something?" 2/3 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!