Chapter 10

(Maxwell pov)

I had gone to the bar to clear my head, but i stumbled upon kenzy who looked drunk and about to be abused by a guy.

From the moment I first laid eyes on Kenzy, I knew there was something different about her. It was in the way she carried herself, with a confidence that bordered on defiance, as if daring the world to challenge her resolve.

I first encountered her in class, where the lecturer's interrogation seemed to only strengthen her resolve. There was a fire in her eyes, a determination that set her apart from the rest. And yet, beneath the bravado, I sensed a vulnerability that piqued my curiosity.

My girlfriend, Diana, had warned me to be wary of Kenzy, though she never elaborated on why. But as I observed Kenzy from afar, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye.

The events of Saturday night only served to cement my fascination with Kenzy. The way she stood up to Nancy, her fierce defiance in the face of adversity—it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying in equal measure.

And now, as I sat by her side in the quiet of my sister's mansion, watching over her as she slept, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her. Despite Diana's warnings, I couldn't turn a blind eye to the turmoil that seemed to follow Kenzy wherever she went.

But as I stood to leave, the weight of my own thoughts pressing heavily upon me, I couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of my mind. Was it possible that I was beginning to feel something more than just concern for Kenzy?

With a heavy sigh, I pushed aside the unsettling thought and made my way to my own room, the silence of the mansion enveloping me like a comforting embrace. But even as I settled into bed, sleep eluded me, my mind plagued by the lingering presence of the enigmatic girl who had captured my attention in ways I couldn't begin to understand.

As I lay there in the darkness, grappling with the tumultuous emotions that churned within me, I knew that the road ahead would be fraught with uncertainty.

(Kenzie's pov)

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my restless slumber, the events of the previous night still lingering in the corners of my mind like fragments of a dream. With a yawn and a stretch, I rose from the bed, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite the tumultuous events of the evening.

I woke up with a dress and a tooth brush close to me and a note saying' it's old but should fit, freshen up and come down' - Eleanor . Strenge right

After freshening up, I made my way downstairs, where I was greeted by the sight of the Vossenberg boy's sister, who I later found out was the Eleanor by name. bustling about the kitchen with an air of quiet efficiency. There was a warmth in her eyes as she greeted me, a kindness that seemed to radiate from her with every smile.

"Good morning, I hope you slept well," Eleanor chimed, her voice filled with genuine concern as she set a steaming cup of coffee before me.

"Morning, Thank you, I did actually," I replied, returning her smile as I took a sip of the fragrant brew. The warmth of the coffee spread through me, chasing away the last remnants of sleep as I settled in at the kitchen table.

As we sat together, Eleanor and I engaged in easy conversation, our words flowing effortlessly as we shared stories and exchanged laughter. There was a comfort in her presence, a sense of familiarity that made me feel instantly at ease.

"So, Kenzy, tell me about yourself." Eleanor inquired, her curiosity evident in the twinkle of her eyes.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, but the sincerity in Eleanor's gaze encouraged me to open up. "Well, i don't have much secret or anything to say about my self. ," I confessed, my voice tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

Eleanor listened attentively, her expression one of empathy and understanding. "Alright dr," she reassured me, her words a comforting balm to my troubled soul.

As our conversation continued, the Vossenberg boy joined us in the kitchen, his presence adding an unexpected dynamic to our interaction. "Morning, Kenzy. I hope you're feeling better after last night," he greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on mine with a hint of curiosity.

"Morning," I replied, returning his smile with one of my own. There was a tension in the air between us, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had formed between us in the wake of the events of the previous night.

As we finished breakfast, the Vossenberg boy offered to drive me to my car, his gesture a small yet meaningful reminder of the unexpected connection that had blossomed between us. And as we said our goodbyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the kindness and hospitality that Eleanor and her brother had shown me, a glimmer of hope lighting the way forward as I embarked on the next chapter of my journey.