"I didn't tell anyone else about your invitation. Not the director, not even my manager. So how do you think someone could come to my apartment and tell the receptionist that you sent him to pick me up?"
Ryley clutched the hem of his hoodie under the table, trying to contain the rage that kept tingling him to shed his feelings and let it rain on his face.
At this time, Gracia's beautiful face fell into turmoil, she was completely unaware of this loophole. Her lips gaped but she couldn't say the right answer in return.
"Mr. Ryley, you should've asked me before—"
"So it was my fault, right? The fault is completely mine because I didn't ask you before I got into that car. Isn't that so?" The blond interrupted her once again, this time his voice choked, with a sweep of tears pooling at the bottom of his clear eyes.
