Their glares were hot and invasive. It was as though their anger and flaming hearts had turned up the temperature in the room, not to mention the suffocating tension that encircled them.
Lorenzo scoffed at her previous words, "why do you have to behave like such a brat, huh?" he asked with irritation and Maria rolled her eyes.
"And why do you feel the need to meddle in my life? Just who exactly do you think you are?" she asks rhetorically, but her anger caused her whole body to tremble. She was so sick and tired of him, she hated how he would act so nonchalant one moment then act like he cares the next. What exactly was he trying to do? He was so confusing, "Just go back to Sofia, I am sure the poor lady is waiting desperately for you."
