Nicole’s POV
The front door closed behind us with a soft click, but the tension followed us outside.
Liam walked ahead of me toward his car, his steps sharp. I could tell he was still angry.
I hurried a little to catch up. “Liam,” I called gently.
He stopped beside the car and turned to me. His face had softened compared to earlier, but his eyes were still dark and restless.
“I can drop you off,” he said plainly. “I’m already heading out.”
I shook my head slowly. “No. Not yet.”
He frowned. “Nicole—”
“I’m not ready to leave, I have not eaten breakfast,” I repeated, keeping my voice calm. “I just need a little more time.”
He studied my face like he was trying to understand something that didn’t make sense to him. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“You don’t have to s
