Veronica's POV
“Did I mess the whole thing up?” His voice came out calm and soft. He wore a concerned gaze while a few breaths puffed out his nostrils.
Hearing his question, I gazed at his eyes with a sigh. “Are you sure you want to hear about your performance?” I asked him, because the anger in him hadn't dissolved yet.
He breathed out and dangled his head. Then he took another sip of wine.
“Give your nerves some time to relax. "I can excuse you if you don't want me here,” I said with care in my tone.
“Thank you. "Just stay here with me,” he said, and took another sip of the cold wine.
We were like that for about thirty minutes, before he broke the silence with his deep voice. “You can tell me how to improve now. "I am very much okay,” he said.
I looked at him to study his voic
