Michelle's POV

I gasped, "Myron?"

"What are you doing here?"

He cocked his brows and muttered, "You're welcome."

I tried getting up but couldn't. I discovered I must have sprained my ankle. I bit my lips. Why does fate have to bring Myron as my helper?

Of all people.

"You'd rather be alone here than ask for help?" I heard him say and was still debating in my mind when I saw him turn around in a bid to leave.

"Wait." I cried out, I guess I'll have to make do with what fate provided, be it my enemy.

"Please help me," I said with no ounce of plea in...