Despite all of Jacob’s words, Gloria stubbornly refused to let go.
— At least take the juice I brought you, she said in a cajoling voice, holding out the glass to him.
— No, I don’t need it, Gloria. Keep your juice and get out of my room, Jacob replied firmly, trying to stay calm. Why is it so hard for you to understand that I’m no longer interested in you? You’re part of my past, and that’s how it will stay—forever.
Gloria raised an eyebrow, a half-amused, half-provocative smile appearing on her lips.
— Are you sure about that? she murmured.