Rae Bennett was lost in thought.
Wyatt Wright called her, "Rae." His voice still hadn't completely withdrawn from emotion, low and husky.
Rae Bennett didn't respond, just stared at him.
What a good looking expression she has in moments like this.
"Have we made up?"
Wyatt Wright wiped her hands with a wet tissue, his movements meticulous and gentle.
She suddenly withdrew her hand, "No, we broke up."
His hand falling empty, Wyatt Wright put the used tissue back into the packaging, then into his pocket. He straightened his clothes, opened the car window, letting the air circulate.
"Who told you that you can do these things after breaking up?"
Rae Bennett felt guilty but wouldn't back down, "It was your choice."
Wyatt Wright was left speechless.
With a blush still on her face, Rae propped herself up on the car window, really felt like having a smoke, "You should get out of the car, I'll drive myself back."
