More of him

Tiara's POV...

After the tea treat, Dylan brought me to the bus stop. Why were we taking the bus? What's wrong with him?

I did not ask any more questions because I loved to follow him. He was busy with his mobile either calling someone or texting. I was busy watching his actions and his expressions.

The bus arrived and we got into it. He paid with his card without giving me any way to guess anything before we comforted ourselves on the seat and I covered myself with the other half of his overcoat again. My hand was on his lap and he was holding it giving it a soft squeeze.

"Now, tell me why were you so mad at me?" He asked.

"Because you went to meet that 'her' and leave me alone," I said, pouting my lips.

He sneered. "You possessive brat, She is around 60. A girl, but elder than my mother."