198 I Will Stay

I didn't expect Mickle to agree to meet with me as soon as I contacted him. But I had to go jogging with him, so I changed into a white sweatshirt and drove to his estate.

We jogged side by side on a path near the estate, with two bodyguards following us. I can't remember the last time I ran in the morning. I was a little out of it at first, but after a while, I got my breath back.

“Do you need a few minutes?” Mickle, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved tracksuit, turned to me. “Looks like you haven't exercised in a while.”

“I'm fine,” I said.

“I'll wait for you at the lake ahead,” he said as he continued to run.

By the time I got to the lake, he was resting. A burly bodyguard offered him water, but Mickle gave it to me.

“You need water,” he says.

“Thank you.” I opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The bodyguard somehow took out another bottle of water and handed it to him.