Hugo and I were both silent inside his car. While he was also quietly focused on driving. I can't even ask because I can't handle what he will say to me. Hugo’s car stopped in front of our gate. I frowned, wondering why he didn't let his car inside.
I unbuckled my seat belt, then looked at him. Furthermore, I let out a massive sigh, and smiled at him. No words came out. I only stared at him. I'm afraid I might break down at any moment in front of him.
“Are you okay, love?” he asked while holding my hands.
I can feel his sincerity while he looks at me. But when I focused my eyes more on him, he couldn't look at me directly. Those look restless, those look anxious, and those look nervous. But what I don't understand is why I feel this way about him.
I wanted to blame him for everythi
