Chapter Ninety One: Daggers from three pairs of eyes keep getting thrown
I.. , wait, no ! My feelings were being hypocritical right now. As much as I was trying to convince myself to not care at all for him, my efforts to get a reaction were showing just how badly I still truly cared.
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I could not quite put the look on Martin’s face into words but it was definitely not a face that any pleased person would make. Disgust mixed with curiosity was as close as I could get.
Whether it was the fact that the hints had gotten too obvious, I mean he could finally label Corbin as the shirts owner, or he generally and automatically detested him for personal reasons was something I was not sure of. If only I was able to look him straight in the eye without averting then with ha
