MALRICK
“Did he send you?” I asked, staring at Rosaline calmly as I took a sip of my wine.
She pressed her lips together and asked, “Don’t you have any plans of going home at all? We all miss you, especially your Mom.”
I said nothing and merely glance outside the window.
“Is it because of her? Edna?” She suddenly asked, but I said nothing.
Edna has been behaving oddly since she came back from her date with that white-faced brat, did something happen? I had wanted to ask her, but with Rosaline here, I couldn’t.
Moreover, Edna had previously said that she didn’t want me to interfere in her matters, so I found it hard to ask her anything even if I get the chance.
She hadn’t even looked at me once today. Was she still angry at me? So angry that she can’t even bear the sight of me now?
