Diane's POV
I waited for him to say something, but I don't know if he was too overwhelmed to speak up or if he did not want to.
However, he studied the lines of my face, probably wondering why I had suddenly invited him out of the blue. What is my motive?
Doesn't he trust me? Is it because I told him earlier that I don't trust him?
But I did not mean it, the truth is, in my heart, I trusted him the most because he had the chance to let me die that day but he didn't, instead he saved me and because of him I am living today. I owe my life to him. I may not admit it but that was the truth.
"Well, what is it going to be?" I asked. I was like a girl asking her crush out on a date.
"No, I'm tired. I don't think I want to have dinner. I just want to go to bed. I have important
