It’s like he forgot all about yesterday.
Glass met marble and the sound bounced off each corner of his penthouse.
“Go back to the hospital, Adelaide.”
Why’s he being mean?
“Not without knowing the truth,” I walked out of the living space to stand a couple of feet away from him.
He stiffened, “What truth?”
Cool. He wanted to play it the hard way.
I wouldn’t take it. Not today.
No more beating around the bush.
“Why’d you run for me?”
He shut his eyes.
“Why’d I wake up in the middle of the night to your sobs?”
Nostrils flared and fingers tightened around the marble top.
Desperation ripped out of me. “Why don’t you let mein?—”
“Whydon’t you take care of yourself?” He strutted towards me. Eyes glazed with rage. “Why didn’tyoutell me about your fucking health issues?”
Face to face, chest to chest, heart to heart.
Nevertheless, we couldn’t be further apart.
“Why doIalways have to be the one solving your problems?”
He hurled the question with so much venom it repulsed me.
Did I imagine his softness? His care?
Hushed and inaudible. I asked, “My health is a problem for you?”
“Youare a problem for me.” His muscles tensed as he turned his back to me.
Anger untied itself from the tips of my hair and dragged me down to the pits of hell where I couldn’t care less about love and its crappy feelings. There was only so much I could take before I’d hurt again.
This was stupid—I was an idiot for coming here.
Christian didn’t care about me.
Here I was, planning to plant my feelings at his feet and expecting him to water them.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did me fainting ruin your damn reputation?”
The glare did nothing but make him snap.
“You ruined the whole fucking plan with your stunt.”
“Stunt?” My legs moved on their own accord to stand in front of him. “You think Iwantedto faint and embarrass myself in front of all those people?”
