Kelvin’s pov.
Kira was acting strangely.
I glance at my mate who is seated across the table from me. As usual these days, her eyes were glued to her phone and her meal was mostly untouched in front of her. There was tension lining every inch of her slim figure and her lips were pursed tightly.
I watched her like that for a few moments, hoping that maybe this time, she’d finally voice out the issues that seem to be plaguing her this much. But she didn’t even look up at me; it irked me, being ignored and feeling mostly cast away at the side was one of the many reasons I’d fallen out of love with Amanda in the first place and now she was pulling the same s**t.
“Are you alright babe?” I asked for what could have been the twelfth time that day.
She jolted a little and glancesy up from her
