CHAPTER 29.
Maxwell’s Pov.
I stood before the window, staring at my phone for longer than normal. The screen was bright, glowing in my hand, but my mind was somewhere else, stuck in the moment she had walked away.
Clara had blocked me again, but this time I didn’t even have many words to say. My fingers curled tightly around my phone, knuckles almost turning white. Our date had ended badly, and this time I hadn’t even done much wrong, but I guess our definition of wrong is clearly different.
For days, I had stood here by this window, watching the city while constantly thinking about Clara… about the tears in those beautiful eyes when she asked me if I really knew how to care.
The way her voice had trembled when she said that my actions were only trying to buy her and didn’t show my ca
