"If you're going to tell me to forfeit, save your breath," I said, breaking the silence.
Maison's mouth quirked upward. "I wouldn't dream of it. You're too stubborn to listen anyway."
“Or is it that you overheard what I said to Uncle Mateo? If I make it out alive, I’m leaving for Japan to study abroad to become a chef as part of my Uni, coz I don’t honestly care what you people think anymore.” I stormed off.
Maison grabbed my arm, stopping me mid-stride. The contact sent an electric jolt through my system that I desperately tried to ignore.
"Japan?" His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the tension beneath it. "You're planning to leave?"
I yanked my arm free. "Yes. Not that it's any of your business."
"It is my business," he insisted, stepping closer. In the fading light, h
