AVERY
Our heads turned in the direction of the voice, only to see Mrs Hawthorne's sharp and stern eyes, gazing down at us.
I straightened, tucking my hair behind my ear, as I stepped away from Oliver. “Good afternoon…huh, evening, ma'am,” I stuttered, covering it with a slight clear of my throat.
Mrs Hawthorne eyes flickered at me with disgust as she walked past me to help Oliver up.
I exhaled, watching as she made him sit on the sofa, worry written all over her face.
At that moment, I felt and wished she could look at me the way she looked at Oliver and ask me if I was fine. A mere wish.
I knew too well that she wouldn't because she dislikes me and even hated me more for being with her son but why was she here when it was Roman I had earlier.
“I was only following y
