บท 88: Crying

YIREN'S POV

The silence between us is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I stare out the window, refusing to break it. After all, who does he think he is, storming into my dinner like that? Throwing a fit over me having dinner with another man—when he himself was off doing God knows what with his mystery woman back home? And the audacity to lie he had a dinner planned for me. Where? I didn't see any dinner setup, no word from him or Rui.

My ass.

And the worst part? He had the audacity to look so damn handsome in the navy suit that it hurts. Dressed to perfection in a way that practically has my heart skip a beat whenever I look at him.