CHAPTER 59

It was silent. 

Phileo felt that the ride was too cold, too silent, and too awkward. He was looking in the window and Andrea was doing the same. They weren't choking each other's throats today, he wasn't annoying her like how he used to and she wasn't getting angry with him just like the old days.

The ride felt very long as if they weren't at the top speed of running. The Maserati felt wide as if the space in the car was so spacious that he found it very weird. 

He glanced at Andrea who wasn't even looking at him, observing her as his eyes leaned on the corner of his socket, without turning his head to look at her. Is this how his pride is? To never speak first when offended? Definitely, it is. 

"I can feel your stare, Barros. If you want to say something, say it." She said with her icy voice that it felt like it overpowered the air conditioning blast of the car.