Chapter 186 Hello, New Neighbor
David snatched the car keys from my hand, gave them a little wave in front of the driver, and then tossed them over. The driver fumbled but managed to catch them with both hands.
"Ms. Cooper, can I take you home now?" David asked, his tone so sweet it almost made me laugh. I couldn't help but say yes.
He lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, jogging around to open the door for me. Once I was in, he made sure to buckle my seatbelt, which made me chuckle.
"Mr. Wilson, since when did you get so paranoid about your driving that you have to buckle me in?" I teased.
David, usually so laid-back, got all serious and said, "Better safe than sorry." Then he hopped into the driver's seat, started the car, and we headed to my little apartment.
He was in a great mood, humming a tune with a smile on his face. It wasn't a song I knew, but it had a nice rhythm that matched his happy vibe.
I sat there, soaking in the peaceful moment, not wanting to break the spell. Every now and then, I'd sneak a glance at David.
At first, he was too into his humming and driving to notice. His hands were steady on the wheel, fingers tapping along with the music. It was like he was in perfect sync with the good vibes.
But after a bit, he must've felt my eyes on him. He turned his head slightly, and when our eyes met, he flashed a mischievous grin. "If you can't resist kissing me, I can pull over," he teased.
I blushed so hard I thought my face might catch fire. I quickly turned to look out the window, trying to hide my embarrassment.
David just laughed and went back to his humming, letting the calm settle back in.
We didn't say much for the rest of the ride. The scenery outside kept changing, and the light through the trees made cool patterns on the window. I watched them, my mind wandering. David kept driving, nodding along to his tune.
When we finally pulled into my neighborhood, the sound of the tires on the pavement broke the silence. David parked, pulled the handbrake, and gently touched the bruise on his face. "Diana, your ex really packs a punch," he said with a slight frown.
I forced a smile, my eyes darting around, not sure where to look. My mind was a mess, and I couldn't think of what to say.
"But it was worth it for you," David said, squinting a bit like he was replaying the showdown with Edward in his head. His face showed a mix of stubbornness and satisfaction, which only made me feel more uneasy.
"Mind if I come in for a bit?" David asked, tilting his head with a hopeful look in his eyes.
I rubbed my temples, feeling worn out. "David, I'm really beat today. I just want to go home and crash."
Seeing I was set on my decision, David shrugged and nodded. I opened the car door and started to leave, my steps heavy.
But as soon as I got out, I noticed David was right behind me. I sped up, heading for the building entrance. Confused, I stopped and asked, "Why are you following me?"
David smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you own this road? Can't I walk here too?"
I rolled my eyes and kept quiet. I walked straight to the elevator and hit the button for the 27th floor. David followed me in silence.
I made up my mind that if he tried to follow me into my apartment, I wouldn't hold back.
The elevator dinged softly, climbing up before coming to a stop. I stepped out first, and David was right behind me. I turned and leaned against my apartment door, my expression serious. "David, I said you could pursue me, but that doesn't mean you can follow me home. Now, please leave."
But then David did something that left me speechless. He calmly pulled out a set of keys and opened the door to the apartment next to mine. With a big grin, he said, "Diana, let me reintroduce myself. I'm your new neighbor."
I was so shocked I couldn't speak. After a moment, I found my voice and asked, "What happened to the guy who used to live here? Did you drive him away?"
David frowned, looking a bit annoyed. "What are you talking about? He got a better place and moved out on his own."
"You mean you bought his apartment?" I asked, still in disbelief.
David whistled lightly, the keys jingling in his hand. "How else would I have the keys?"
Still skeptical, I pulled out my phone and called the previous neighbor. "Why did you suddenly sell your apartment? I was surprised."
The guy chuckled. "Actually, I wasn't planning to sell it."
"Then why did you?" I asked, puzzled.
He sighed. "Mr. Wilson approached me. He really wanted to live there, so we made a deal. He traded one of his villas for my small apartment."
I was stunned. "What? Just to live here?"
He confirmed, "Yep, he was determined to be your neighbor."
I sighed. "Well, his tactics are impressive." After hanging up, I stared at David.
David's grin widened. "Good night, neighbor," he said cheerfully.
Then, as if realizing the time, he corrected himself, "Good morning, neighbor." With that, he walked into his apartment, whistling happily.
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