Eloise’s POV
I survived the day, the stares, gossip… slight disobedience from my students. The need to walk away from the drama and attend to my aching cunt. But of course, I had no choice but to sit through it.
And now, I’m in Wayne’s car, the back seat to be exact. I don't want any silent treatment or avoidance, I’m afraid it will trigger me.
“Elly?” He innocently calls out as he stares at me from outside the window, then he squints as if trying to figure out why I chose the back seat.
It's my turn to be petty. I ignore him and face ahead.
Without another word, he gets into his car and starts it. “Are you okay?” He occasionally steals glances at me from the rare view mirror.
“Perfect.”
“I know…” He stops midway.
It's his usual; ‘I know you’ speech. And I know you well enoug
