[Olivia]:
"Why are you the one driving me home? I asked my driver to pick me up."
Shutting the car door, I walked over to the concrete slab where Stefan stood, watching me with a sour gaze.
He'd been discharged this afternoon and I left work to pick him up. He had a pair of grey sweat pants I'd gotten him three days ago and a sweatshirt on. He looked far better than he did days ago which was great progress. His skin had more colour to it than before and he was back to being arrogant once again.
A small bag hung close to his leg and when I tried to take it from his hand, he pulled away and shook his head with a scowl.
“Where is my driver?”
"I asked him not to worry," I replied, putting a smile on my face. I was surprisingly in a good mood today so I didn't mind picking him up. "I j
