He did not know why he was being so insistent. By thinking of ways to torture her, he was also torturing himself. He realized he had never forgotten her: her face was constantly on his mind, and he wanted to crush her so badly.
He was not done hating her. Not yet. He threw the newspaper down and sat on the sofa as his tensed muscles began to relax against its softness.
When he closed his eyes, he dreamed but could not remember what it was. The corner of his lips curled up; he had no idea when he had last smiled.
A ringing sound erupted from the phone, and he opened his eyes gradually. The smile was lost as he flipped his mobile phone open and placed it on his ear.
"Lui, our suits and gowns have arrived. When are we going in for a fitting?" It was Li Manni's sweet voice from the other end.
"Tomorrow. I still have some work to do today."
