Layla's POV
So we sat there in silence as we ate our respective food. After awhile, we discarded our trash on a bin and drove away from that gasoline station.
Couple of minutes later, we reached the city and he dropped me off the building where I stayed in a penthouse. As I got off the car, I bent down to his car and signaled him to bring down the window.
"What?" He asked in furrowed brows.
"No need to get angry, wolfie." I sneered.
"Hurry up, I have somewhere to go." He said in impatience.
"Alright, geez." I said and gestured to the clothes he lent me. "I'll wash this-,"
"Throw it to the bin." He cut off.
I looked at him in squinted eyes before sighing. "I'm going to wash this and burn it to ashes. Thank you very much."
