"Yes true but my dear, you've already rejected me," he reminds me calmly.
"But, but I've sent you the text, about I'm coming here. Don't you read it?" I glare at him.
He frowns.
"NO, I haven't received a text from you." He sneers.
"Where's your phone now?" I ask.
"In my office,' he says.
I go to grab my iPhone, my hand still trembled with the weak so I am clumsy just to find my iPhone from my bag.
But then his words from this morning snap into my mind.
"So is this the one you wanted to talk about?" I ask.
Now I know, he didn't want to talk about us at all.
He wanted to talk about all these cruellest things that he just did just now.
Is it?
He lifts his eyes back up to mine, and there's no mistaking, all his feature he wants me to know who is he is
" Babe, I thought it was the right time for you to know. Who I am and how my nature work," he admits.
My eyes widen.