Nathalie
He's asking so many questions that are difficult to answer.
"Let's go to the event." Is all I can say as I don't like to answer. I don't like it...
"The event? The hell with it! Why can't you answer me? Is your husband gay or something?"He asks again.
I wanted to laugh but I can't. This is a serious matter. And I don't like to explain it to Lance.
"You're funny. Please, respect my privacy. I don't want to talk about it." I beg him.
"Why? You're hiding something. I knew it! Why can't you tell me?" He asks again feeling hurt.
"Because I don't want to! It's as simple as that. So, please don't ask me anymore." I answered.
But Lance didn't agree with it. I can still see in his eyes that he is angry.
"It's fine! If you don't like to tell the truth. I will seek the truth for myself." He said.
"I'm sorry, Lance." I apologize for looking at the ground.
"Let's go home." He said then walked away leaving me behind.