Navid's POV
Elle kept pulling me as if I were her f*****g dog, which was f*****g crazy considering I was bigger and taller than her.
I have already tried to get her hands off me several times. And I don't know what she did, but I kept failing from taking my hand back.
We definitely looked crazy and weird. With her two hands on my wrist, walking made it harder for her. I didn't even know why she kept doing it. She has already almost tripped several times, and yet she's still not letting go.
A group of Japanese women passed by, and they were looking at us while talking to each other. I couldn't understand even a single word of what they were saying, but by the look they were giving us—looking at Elle pitifully, then looking at me with anger and judgment—I could already tell what they wer
