My brows drew as I made a sharp turn towards him, a frown hurled his way.
“Why are you here?” The words were a little sharper than intended .
But he didn't seem affected.
Instead, drew nearer, expression plain. “I come here every year as this was something I knew you liked to do.”
If he'd thought that'd reduce my level of irritation, then boy he'd never been more wrong.
Instead, my frown deepened. “Why do you think you have the right to come here? Do you seriously think they would've wanted—”
“Chloe, enough.” He cut me off, his tone sharper now.
Then, he stepped forward, closing the gap between us till he was just inches away.
I didn't draw back though. The scent of his cologne danced around my nostrils, irritating me.
Him being so close sent disgust around me.
Disgust towards
