Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 239 Bound by Errands

[LINA]

"It's your fault for being a jerk, Fernand," I snapped, grabbing Daniel's arm and pulling him to his feet. "Let's go."

I didn't look back as we left Fernand sitting there, still too shocked to respond. My patience had limits, and Fernand had just found the edge of mine.

I usually don't throw things at people, but Fernand wasn't a human—he was a walking embodiment of egotism, arrogance, and self-absorption creature.

As we stepped outside, Daniel glanced down at his wet shirt and shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, that was . . . something."

"Sorry about that jerk, and sorry that you have to see that," I said, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction. "But I think we both know you handled that way better than I did."

"I don't mind," he replied, his voice warm. "Honestly, it felt good to put him in his place—even if it was you who threw the drink."

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn't dealing with things alone. Maybe this fake relationship wouldn't be so bad after all.

"But aren't you going to get in trouble with that guy?" Daniel asked cautiously.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "You mean the other way around, right? He's not that important, so don't worry about him."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, that guy is . . . something."

"You don't have to be polite—just say arrogant and crazy," I replied with a smirk.

Daniel chuckled softly. "Are all your suitors like that?"

I had missed both Cole and Lina's birthdays, an unforgivable sin in their eyes. All thanks to Leander, who had apparently decided that my life's sole purpose was to cater to his endless list of bizarre errands.

Every hour, my phone would buzz with another command.

"Woman, fetch me that special blend coffee from the shop three streets down. Not the regular one—make sure it's the one with cinnamon swirls. Oh, and check if they have oat milk. No oat milk, no deal."

Only to end up me drinking it because he was allergic to all milks. Why order milk if you don't want it in the first place?!

Barely an hour later, another call.

"I need you to pick up my dry cleaning. Don't look at me like that—it's the red jacket with the silver buttons. You'll know it when you see it. Just tell them it's for me."

If I thought I was done for the day, I was wrong. The grand finale?

"Woman! Emergency! I need a pair of socks. Not just any socks—striped ones, green and blue. And make sure they match my mood. You can tell what my mood is, right?"

His mood? Who even says stuff like that? At one point, I was half-convinced he was making up errands just to mess with me, laughing maniacally behind his perfect smile as I ran across town like a glorified errand girl.

By the time I collapsed into bed each night, I didn't feel like I was on a holiday break. I felt like I'd been roped into some twisted scavenger hunt orchestrated by a madman.

And the worst part? I couldn't refuse. Not because I respected him, but because, deep down, I was genuinely scared of him. Leander had this way of making you feel like your entire existence was hanging by a thread he could snip with a single word.

R

The sharp trill of my phone sliced through the room again, and seeing his name flash on the screen made me groan into my pillow.

"What now?!" I snapped, my frustration finally bubbling over as I answered.

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then his low, threatening tone came through. "What kind of tone is that, woman? Do you want to disappear like the others?"

I froze. My irritation instantly morphed into nervous laughter as I cleared my throat and changed my tone faster than a chameleon changes color. "Ah, no! Of course not! I'm just . . . you know . . . a little tired. It's past eight, after all."