"I'M going home now," Emilia said after having breakfast with Tyron. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror while Tyron leaned against the doorframe.
She was wearing a dress. It was pink. It wasn't white, but she looked pure in it.
It was good that Tyron still had the clothes he bought for her. If he didn't, she wouldn't know how to go home wearing only a polo shirt.
"I'll drive you home."
"Clingy," she muttered to herself, unable to hold back her thoughts about Tyron's offer. Why did Emilia feel like he was being clingy towards her now?
"I don't need a ride. I'll just ask Mark to take me home," she declined.
But Tyron seemed not to hear her, and carrying his car keys, he went ahead and left the room. "Let's go. I'll wait for you in the living room."
Emilia just shook her head.
