Avon's POV
When I am done washing the dishes I stepped out of the kitchen then headed towards my room but before I could even reach it my eyes were directed at Jeremiah sitting on the couch looking at his phone a creased forehead as if he is carrying a heavy problem.
I wanted to ignore him and act like I didn't see anything but my curiosity kept on bothering me.
"Are you okay?" I asked loud enough for him to hear.
Jeremiah lifted his head and then looked in my direction. He stared at my face for a while then nod his head.
"Yeah," he faintly responded then smiled at me but it didn't even reach his eyes.
"Okay," I wanted to ask further questions but chose to settle with an okay.
When I don't have anything to say I continued walking towards my room to prepare for my shoot.
I took a qu
