Phoebe's POV
Harold had already caught sight of me stepping out of the Hale family home. When he noticed my slightly dazed expression upon seeing him, he chuckled, "I'm here to pick you up."
Even before I had called, Harold's car was already parked nearby. He'd originally planned just to watch me leave safely, but after our phone call ended, he instructed his driver, Malcolm, to pull up.
Sergio and I were already like oil and water.
Harold worried I might get hurt if left alone with the Hale family, and he wasn't going to let anyone mess with his girl.
He couldn't just stand by and watch me get bullied.
My eyes lit up with a smile, and I couldn't suppress the grin spreading across my face. Still, I put on a conflicted expression and asked, "What about my bike?"
Harold glanced toward Malcolm, who immediately caught on and stepped forward. He suggested, "Miss Hale, how about I take your bike back for you?"
