Chapter 12
Ava's POV
I had a lot of questions when Liam finally walked back inside. He seemed to be exhausted; there were deep bags under his eyes, and he still wore the same clothes from the previous night.
Yet, despite the frustration, worry and curiosity were the strongest feelings that kept me going.
“Liam, where have you been? You suddenly got up and left, and I was very worried,” I began, my tone almost accusatory.
It was an effective way to communicate my anger and concern about the situation.
He rubbed his eyes as if trying to erase the feeling of fatigue where it had settled. “I had something to attend to. Just work stuff” he said in terse manner which yet again dissatisfied me.
I took a few steps toward him, staring into his eyes. “You keep saying this thing is work, but
