Acting cold

Victoria's POV 

I sat back on the bed and started watching a movie with nurse Agnes. 

We watched the movie in silence, but my thought was drifted to Eric. 

 the anger and coldness in his eyes was something I couldn't handle, and I hated it. 

''What are you thinking.'' nurse Agnes voice brought me out of my thought. 

''Eric.'' I murmured to myself, 

''Is he angry with me because of what I did?'' I asked even when I knew the answer 

Nurse Agnes thought for a while before she spoke up 

''Maybe he is angry but not at you.'' she assured me, but I know that was a lie. 

The way he looks at me was so cold and the way he answered my questions were terrible. 

''Just let him be, maybe he is just tired, you know he just had a long journey.'' she pats my shoulder and went back to watching the movie. 

I frowned at myself, I was supposed to be angry, I was supposed to be mad at him for not talking to me throughout his stay in California. 

But here I was troubled because he wasn't taking to me like he used to. 

''You should take your drugs and go to bed.'' nurse Agnes suggested 

''Is he not coming back.'' I asked 

''I don't think so, maybe he needs to rest.'' 

I sighed heavily and took the drugs from nurse Agnes hand. 

I drank my drugs and lay on the bed, forcing myself to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning, stared around and noticed nurse Agnes wasn't in the room.

I stood up from the bed, took my bath and sat on the bed while combing my hair.

I noticed the door opened and Eric walked in, looking as hot as ever.

He was putting on a simple outfit of carton color jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that fits him so perfectly.

He stood at the door and stared at me for a while before moving away.

''How are you.'' he asked in a cold low voice

''I'm fine.'' I murmured, 

He nodded his head and sat on the chair.

I bite my lips nervously and continued combing my hair, as I felt his hot gaze on me, but I couldn't look at his direction.

I finished combing my hair and parked it into two places before sitting on bed.

''Have you eaten.'' he asked, 

''No.'' I grumbled

Food wasn't my main concern, what I was concerned about was the attitude he was giving me.

''I'll go get something for you.'' I did not let those words finished from his mouth before I cut him off

''I want to eat outside.'' I murmured 

He kept quiet for a while before he stood up from the chair

''Let's go.'' he muttered out coldly and left the room

I stood up from the bed and followed him out of the hospital, we got to his car, he opened the door for me and I went in.

He entered the car and starts the car before driving off.