Myles was not in the best mood.
I woke up and he was already a total jerk and cold, ruthless man.
“Melanie, I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m just tired. So, don’t assume things again.”
I know he already gave me an assurance he wasn’t mad or anything, but deep inside, I could feel he was really holding something. Is it about me? Did he already find someone else that’s better than me? I don’t know and it’s hard to approach him.
Earlier, I just wanted to give him a cup of coffee since he'd been at his working desk all morning. However, accidents happen. I spilled the coffee and dropped the cup when I dropped it on the carpet. It spilled all over his papers.
“F*CKING NEED THIS DONE BY NIGHT!”
He looks so scared when he yells. The veins in his forehead were visible. I thought he was goi
