WREN'S POV
AS soon as Brent and I set foot on the ground from the bus we rode on, a sight of very familiar man has not escaped from our eyes. It was Vhonn and he was looking at us. He was wearing a dark formal suit. He got off from his work obviously. And he really looked neat and charming with what he was wearing. I guess whatever he wears would look good on him.
"Looks like he's been waiting for you," Brent uttered at my side. Then he put his arm around my shoulder one more time. And that action of Brent made Vhonn throw a sharp glare at Brent.
"What's with that look, Vhonn?" Brent asked Vhonn with a followed chuckle as our distance to him got closer and closer.
"Why are you doing that to Wren? You are not his boyfriend," Vhonn replied coldly and he sounded somewhat stern.
We walked
