Elle's POV
The ride back to our hotel was uncomfortably quiet.
We were sitting beside each other, and yet we're like two worlds apart.
Navid wasn't speaking and wasn't moving. He wasn't looking at me, either. Not even sparing me a glance. Hell, it also seemed like he was holding his breath.
But that was only Navid. Because I, sure as hell, was not holding back my breath.
I even made my breathing louder on purpose. I was also scoffing while rolling my eyes, which seemed to annoy the poor driver, but said nothing anyway. He continued to mind his own business, though he was also giving me side-eyes from time to time whenever our eyes would meet through the mirror.
I looked at Navid and continued to do so for so long. But my dearest husband pretended like he was not seeing me, as if I di
