After a short while, Kyle emerged with a couple more little things in his hand which were his. It seemed like he was done. Just when I thought the storm had passed by peacefully, my phone started vibrating in my hand.
Ace? Why did he have to call now of all times?
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Kyle asked with fake concern.
“It’s none of your business. You’re done, right? You should leave…and please…never come back here again. If you think you left anything else, I’ll mail it to you…or something…” I told him before heading right into my apartment.
“You should stop dating him. He’s nothing but trouble, Rina,” Kyle warned sternly.
Even I could tell that he was genuinely concerned. However, maybe he was just acting. Nothing about our relationship was sincere so I should probably doub
