“Look at you, so that you can pay attention!” Dario commented after his explanation. I was at the Orlando estate, and we met up again.
It wasn’t really that I was paying attention, but I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Should I really look through his office? Was Christian crazy? But then again, I’m the one who offered my help.
“This might be a heavy subject for you, but I thought we could maybe visit...the home you grew up in—“
“What?” I laughed at his hilarious words. “I’m not ashamed of where I come from. I really don’t mind going there.”
Even if it wasn’t intended to be like that, his words hurt me, which was the last thing I needed at the moment. Not from him. He already hurt me more than enough.
Going against Beau’s happiness meant going against my happiness, and the worst thing was probably that he pretended to be all smiley after he learned the news. He was probably fuming inside.
