I stayed here for a couple of hours. Eryx accompanied me here even if he got annoyed with the women’s stares. Whenever our eyes met, I constantly smirked at him—making him shake his head.
“Aren’t you done?” he asked when I was about to drink my last shot, but he interrupted me, so I had to put down my drink before glancing at him.
He’s so impatient. If he doesn’t want to be here, why does he have to stay here with me? Damn it! I was in the middle of my thoughts, yet he always asked me whenever I tried to look for a plan to avoid Ezekiel. Can’t he just let me think?
“You can go home if you want to, Eryx,” I muttered, making my aura heavy. “You don’t have to freaking accompany me when you don’t have enough patience.”
He keeps on complaining, which I don’t like. He can go home if he wants
