EDWARD’S POV
I lifted the wine glass to my lips and took a sip, letting out a tired groan.
Jaxon, who was seated opposite me on the rooftop of the penthouse, c****d an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?” He asked, “You’ve sighed at least twenty times since we’ve been here.”
I sighed again, looking away. “I’m fine, Jaxon.”
The wind blew against my face, ruffling my hair, and I wasn’t comforted by it, as I usually would be.
I was restless and troubled about this new development.
And I just couldn’t understand why Clara had seemed slightly offended, disgusted and uncomfortable at the idea of intimacy. What was so wrong about it?
Moreover, we used to like each other. Wasn’t that right?
So, what was the problem?
“I don’t think you’re fine,” Jaxon argued staring at me. “Because it’s been a w
