I was so agitated. I didn't even know why but it was surely not about the lie. After second thought, I realised it was the result of the mysterious kiss he gave me in there and that made me madder at him.
"Why do you keep lying to me?" I frowned. "Can you remind me of the lie because I can't remember?" he carelessly asked and I hated whenever he did that.
I quietly glared at him for long without saying a word. "What?" he frowned. "Nothing," I said but I kept on glaring at him weirdly. "Stop doing that!" he clamoured.
"What?" I asked with a slight confused air. I was faking it. "Don't take me for a fool, Lynne. You know exactly what I'm talking about" he warned.
"Voila!. That's exactly what I'm talking about, Mark. You keep taking me for a fool and I hate when you do that" she interpreted as it was and I understood what she was trying to do so I said nothing. I simply glued my gazed at her.