Dermot's pov.
I pasted a smile on my face as I walked back to the table, Carter using his brows to ask me if I was okay.
I nodded my head.
"I was fine, just a little stomach bug" I muttered,
And it didn't help that the neighbor's food smelt like garbage.
Carter didn't say a word, he just bent his head to eat his meal while I stared at the top of his head. The silence was awkward between us and it made me a bit nervous to say anything.
I tried starting a conversation, but I know he would just shoot me down by keeping quiet. I sighed to myself.
I don't like seeing him like his like he didn't love me anymore and wants to get rid of me. That's how I felt with this silent treatment from him, I get that he is hurt but it's not like he wouldn't have done the same thing in my shoes.
No, he wouldn't have.
He would have trusted the words that came out of my mouth because he loves me.
Yeah, this one is on me.
