Chapter 556

  Now I know for sure he has something to tell me that I’m going to hate. He’s working the ‘softly touching’ angle to prepare me; usually this is also a ‘hold her hands down, so she doesn’t fly off the handle’ maneuver.

  “Okay bye then… Yeah, love you too.” He swipes his cell and puts it on the table beside his plate carefully, calmly, and I know this is not good. He’s being deliberate and delaying so he can choose his words and I yank my fingers out of his and raise my brows.

  “What? Tell me… Just say it.” I throw him that ‘don’t bullshit me’ glare, because he knows I hate when he just skirts around something. I would rather he did it quick, like pulling off a band aid and not the Arry method of beating around the bush. He sighs heavily and taps his thumb on the table, instantly antsy.