Four days had passed and they were still keeping each other at arm's length.
Lena couldn't bear the sharp pain she felt in her chest whenever Darian was around her. The silent treatment was killing her, she knew she had to talk things out with him.
Darian had been in his study for over eight hours now. She had been waiting for him in the room. When he was taking more time than he usually spend in the study, she left the room and hurried to meet him.
She barged in, slamming the door shut. Darian's eyes flickered towards her direction as she sauntered in. He twirled a pen in his hand and went back to what he was doing before she interrupted him.
"Is this how we are going to live, Darian?" She asked, anger slightly evident in her voice. "Are you going to ignore me forever?"
"What do you
