The perfect smile on his face makes her racing heart race even faster but she frowns at him.
He ignored all her texts and calls, had her worried, had her thinking he had given up on her, on them, made her feel like the promises they made to each other were nothing, like they carried no weight and anyone could have just come into their lives and torn it apart.
“What are you doing here?” She asks in a curt tone and stands up from him, walks to the window and folds her arms, looking out.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Marlon says in a low tone, standing up and dusting himself.
“Like hell I am,” Astrid turns to him with a cold look in her eyes. “Several calls, several texts, no reply, no response, you didn’t even talk to me before making your decision.”
Marlon sighs, his eyes flash
