Franco locked eyes with her, that familiar icy gaze of his.
"That's what you want," he replied, with his usual arrogance, lifting his chin without a second thought.
"Why did you swipe my passport? What are you doing here? Why did you have to show up?" Susan demanded, grinding her teeth and clenching her fists tightly. "Answer me!" she exclaimed, her pupils dilated, her chest heaving with anger. "Go find your beloved Sarah! Leave me alone," she muttered, lowering her voice and feeling defeated.
Franco felt a shiver in his heart, an unusual agitation reflected in Susan's gaze. His eyes sparkled.
"Are you jealous?" he questioned, tilting his lips. "Now I understand; you want to bail because you can't stand seeing me with her," he murmured, triumphantly raising his chin.
Susan scoffed and
