Jenna's POV
My lips parted as I blinked severally in shock- hold on; what does he mean? My gaze moved from the art pieces to him. A light scoff of perplexity escaped my lips
"What?"
"I said you can have them; I got them for you," he repeated. Slowly my surprise turned to anger, my brows creased deeply
"I don't want them," I said
"What? Why?" He chuckled in disbelief, pointing at them again. "These were the pieces you wanted right? I got them for you, you can have them"
"Why would you buy them for me?" My anger was beyond limits now and I could feel my vision gradually becoming blurry from tears.
He did it on purpose, to buy the art pieces I wanted and then turn to return them to me. I didn't ask him for help did I? I'm capable of buying what I want for myself
"I just wanted to
