We had an argument.
We misunderstood the words we just said. But for some reasons, why would he appear inside of my room all over again?
He didn't have anything to do with me anymore. It's annoying, his presence made me anger.
"Jeez, such a two-faced man," I whispered and flipped my hair like a supermodel does during photo shoot. "Huh, finally." I murmured as I'd finally took the pair of sleepwears from my closet.
However, there is one thing I must overcome. The naughty alpha came back just because of a typical alibi. Who would believe in him after what he said to me?
I was insulted. I was underestimated. I knew I am not innocent, but when a man spoke evil things to a woman, the situation changed constantly.
My eyes were still swollen and as long as I remembered the reasons behind it, it hurts me a lot. Like a bullet which stuck inside of my vulnerable body.
