Irene’s POV:
“Explain now,” Stacy said in a stern voice as soon as Kian left. Her hands were folded against her chest.
“You want breakfast?” I smiled hoping to make her forget about this.
Her eyes narrowed and she came near to me placing her thumb at the edge of my lips. She had seen my bruise. And now I had to explain so much.
“What is this? Did he-?” her hand covered her mouth that was wide open. Also her eyes were bulging.
I frowned, being clueless what she was thinking at that exact moment.
“Did he hit you?” she blurted.
“No- no no!!” I panicked.
“He didn’t. He would never.” Okay, I explained a bit more.
“So?” she was acting like a detective and automatically I was acting like a suspect.
“Actually the thing is-,” I paused. The way she looked at me. While she was waitin
