Amber’s POV.
“Expecting someone else?” Jonathan asked. I remained rooted to my spot as his eyes swept over me.
I snapped out of my trance and walked over to him. He tapped on the space beside him on the blanket for me to take my seat, but I just remained on my feet.
“I think it would be much better for us to talk if you take a seat, at least.” I remained adamant, and he ignored me after that.
He just kept staring at the garden in front of him with a blank yet satisfied expression.
The wind blew, and it tossed his hair, making everything look nice and beautiful even when it wasn’t.
“Why did you send the note?” I asked.
“I can’t answer that if you don’t take a seat. You don’t expect me to keep raising my voice like this when you’re supposed to be right beside me.” He responded, his e
