Ava's POV
I watched Dylan's face closely, trying to decipher the reason behind his sudden mood swing. One moment, we were enjoying our meal and each other's company, and the next, he was clenching his fists and slamming his hands on the table.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" I asked, feeling concerned about his sudden mood swing.
He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's just some people trying to spread some false news!" he growled, slamming his fist on the table.
I flinched slightly from where I sat but I quickly collected myself. I was unsure of what to make of his response. It seemed like there was more to the story, but he wasn't willing to share.
Just then, he excused himself on the account of using the restroom. I nodded, taking a sip of my drink as I waited for him to
