“What are you talking about?” I asked calmly, pretending not to care.
I may seem calm on the outside, but inside, I'm close to losing it. I want to rush at him and hurt him, but I'm holding myself back. I feel like he’s just trying to bait me into admitting something.
I don't want to fall into my own trap.
He smirked before walking to the water dispenser and pouring himself a glass. I quietly watched his every move.
"It is true what they say, the mice will play when the cat's away," he said with a smug look on his face. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you?" He took a sip of water, never breaking eye contact. "But I'm always watching, always one step ahead.”
I smirked mockingly. As long as he doesn't show me any evidence, I will never confess. I won't give him the upper
