It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1482 I Miss You But You Don't Know (Part One)

"Why did you steal my painting?" asked a woman's voice. It was Michelle. She found Erin in the restroom. Erin wanted to escape, but Michelle stopped her. After looking at her scathingly, Michelle put the "Cleaning, Do Not Disturb" sign at the door, to avoid having someone interrupt them.

"What are you talking about? Who stole your painting?" asked Erin innocently, taking a step back in fear. She never knew this side of Michelle. She had heard rumors, but it was her first time to see it with her own eyes.

"What? Just admit it, you are a bitch!" Michelle teased, using the very same words Erin had used on her in the past. She wasn't a weak woman, and she wasn't about to let anyone bully her as they wished. Michelle decided to take control and fight back. "I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Erin, but couldn't meet Michelle's eyes. Determined, she continued to deny the accusation. There was no way she'd admit the truth. Michelle was right: she had something to do with the missing painting. "Really? You really don't know?" mocked Michelle. "You never got along well with Hilda. But all of a sudden, you appeared in our room. And just when I came back from outside, you seemed to be shaken by something. Are you still sure you don't know what I'm talking about? And, oh!" exclaimed Michelle, adding as an afterthought, "Don't tell me you felt sorry for Hilda, and that's why you went to our room." Michelle slapped her hand against the door to stop Erin from opening it. She wasn't going to let the woman get away before admitting the truth.

"What are you saying?" said Erin, her eye contact faltering. "I just - I just went to warn her about something." Michelle was getting closer to the truth, and it worried Erin. She didn't know what else to say, but she had to make a good excuse to divert Michelle's attention. "Did you? Hilda was so nice. She must've made you a cup of coffee. If I'm not mistaken, was that when you took my painting?" A glimmer of guilt appeared on Erin's face. "No... sorry, you didn't take it. You stole it!" yelled Michelle angrily. Thanks to Erin, she had to spend an entire day working on a new painting. Because of it, she had to miss her cooking class, so no wonder Michelle was all riled up.

"I didn't like her coffee!" Erin said foolishly, swallowing hard as she looked at Michelle in fear. She was surprised that Michelle was so powerful despite her slim figure. That was just unbelievable to her.

"No, you may not have liked her coffee. But you made her go away by still asking for one to set your plan in motion. Oh," said Michelle, squinting her eyes venomously at her. "I heard that the most terrible thing for people who have had plastic surgery is to be hit on the face. I wonder what your face would look... if I punch you right in the cheeks." Just then, an evil smile appeared on Michelle's face. She knew that narcissistic people always cared the most about their face. Erin was exactly one of them.

"You would dare?!" Erin said, outraged. 'That bitch!' she thought angrily. Ever since Michelle revealed to the public about Erin having plastic surgery, fewer men had flocked around her. She was rather upset about it. She'd never allow her to hurt her face. "Try me!" challenged Michelle. "I'm also curious how you'd chase your beloved man, Bradley, with your beautiful face gone." At the moment, Michelle was an absolute hellion. The only reason she got into this college was thanks to Patricia's mother. So while it was inappropriate to make a commotion over this, it didn't mean that she could not at least teach her a lesson. Michelle hoped that after this meeting, Erin would give up trying to clash with her on everything. She realized, however, that it would be too good to be true. "Oh, okay, all right! I'm sorry, okay?" Erin could tell that Michelle wasn't just joking. It scared her, and frankly, she was a kiss-up and kick-down type. Without anyone enabling her, she'd only show her true personality: a coward.

"If an apology was all that was needed, then the police would lose their jobs. How could you have the heart to let that happen?" Michelle's fingers wandered back and forth on Erin's face. With a little more strength, she could break the skin of that beautiful face. "What do you want? Just let me go. Please," Erin asked, holding back her breath in fear. She couldn't afford to fight Michelle, scared that the crazy woman would mean what she said and hurt her face.

"It's not what I want, it's what you want. I don't remember a time when I try to pick a fight with you. But you always do. So tell me, who here is being unreasonable?" Michelle said in a lazy tone, like a cat who was playing a mouse. A cat didn't eat a mouse as soon as it was caught. No, not in a single bite either. Instead, the cat would play with it until it became too weak to resist - until the mouse could not fight back anymore.

"I promise I'll never pick a fight with you for no reason again. Even if I see you, if I have to, I will go the other way. Is that enough for you?" Erin was smart to save herself. In a situation where she was at a disadvantage, it would be best to let Michelle win this round. She knew, without a doubt, that she could not fight against her face to face. So she promised what Michelle wanted to hear. However, whether she would keep the promise? It was another story.

"If you're planning to have your revenge in the future, you'd better give it up. I'm a nobody, and I don't care about being alive or not. If you do something again to me, I'm not sure what kind of crazy things I'll do as a payback. Trust me, you wouldn't want to know. Am I clear enough?" Michelle shook her head. She was born and raised in a faction after all. If there was something she learned in a troubling environment, it was to stand up for herself. If needed, she knew how to be intimidating as well. And she was doing it extremely well towards Erin.

"I..." Erin swallowed hard once again. She could not help but shudder at the sight of Michelle's insidious eyes.

"Of course, if you do as you promised, I'll be nice to you. So... if I were you, I'd think about it carefully," Michelle said, and played with her curled hair. She twirled Erin's hair playfully, as if she was a man flirting with her, and it almost looked evil and terrible. "Okay. Can I leave now?" Now all Erin wanted was to escape from this place, from Michelle, as soon as she could. As for her other plans, she would think about them another time when she was safe.000