Aria - POV
Roger sipped his coffee as I patiently waited for him to speak, but he took his own sweet time, and it was irritating me a lot seeing my expression as he settled his mug on the coffee table.
"Will you speak or what" I hissed.
"I am thinking how to put it, or should I even trust you it," Roger said, and I raised my eyes in question.
" Do you even hear yourself speak?" I asked in annoyance. He rolled his eyes at me and sighed.
"I am not the one who killed Niall," Roger blurted out as if he had struggled to frame sentences, and I gave him suspiciously, as I couldn't buy his words at all.
"You trust my words and accept me to tell you the whole narrative, yet you won't believe me," Roger said.
"How about you speak and let me decide if I trust you," I said.
