“Do you hate me now?”
Harry quietly stared at her before responding to her hushedly, “If you ask me, “Are you angry’ then I am but if you’re asking whether I hate you then the answer is simple…” He smiled, “I don’t.”
Hearing his respond, Mio clutched her cloth tightly feeling disappointment in herself that she couldn’t even looked into his eyes earnestly.
“Were you jealous?” Hushesly, he asked.
She flinched unable to respond to her.
“Mio! I’m really angry but also disappointed on you.”
She gripped her left arm by right hand tightly which made a mark in her arm feeling distressed, “Why? Why are you disappointed on me?” She felt intense throbbing in her throat while asking it.
“Mio…” He hold her hand, “You’ll hurt yourself if keeping gripping your—”
She shoved his hand, “I aske
