Francesco lost his cool at her innocent question as if she didn't know why he was so pissed.
He threw the whiskey bottle on the ground with utmost force and Arlette jumped in fright, his grey eyes looked straight into her blue ones, and he stated in a low yet intimidating voice, "Are you seriously asking what is wrong with me? Looks like I have indulged in your arrogance way too much."
Arlette stared into his grey eyes but saw hurt and disappointment. She averted her gaze and felt bad.
She knew, but she had a valid reason.
She was also dying to see and meet him since morning, but something unexpected happened.
"At least listen to me, Franc?"
