He had barely pulled over when Bianca got out of the car with a tantrum. Felix cut the ignition and came around the hood. He now noticed the bruise at the corner of her mouth.
He reached for her face without thinking. “Let me see…”
She slapped his hand away. “Quit it. I just want to get some sleep.”
“Bianca…”
“I said I want to sleep,” Bianca snapped again and walked briskly into the building, her hair aggressively flying around her.
She soon disappeared inside, and Felix stood there in the empty street feeling like an i***t. What the hell was he even doing?
Why did he react like that at the club? Maybe he would have done the same if it were someone else, he tried to give an excuse, looking down at his shirt which had some bloodstains. His knuckles as well were bruised.
