I should’ve known better than to let my guard down. My mind raced, trying to remember where I had put the bracelet.
Then it struck me.
Last night, in my panic to avoid questions from my mother or Liam, I had shoved the bracelet into my handbag. n.
“I… I have it.”. I suddenly stammered quickly, and said.
RoughCoin slammed the brake of his car abruptly, and almost sent me flying out of the car.
His dark eyes narrowed , and his brows furrowed as he followed my every move towards my handbag. I fumbled through my stuffs, with my fingers trembling. When I finally touched something cold and metallic, I pulled it out and held it up like a lifeline.
RoughCoin's gaze flicked to the bracelet, then back to me.
I sat still, thinking..and hoped that he would just take his bracelet back. But
