Eloise's POV:
At this moment, I didn't know how to reply to Atticus. However, I knew it wouldn't end up well if I told the truth now.
He would never believe it.
But no matter what, his attitude had decided that I wouldn't let him have a good time today. Of course, I didn't want to argue with him, but his tone annoyed me.
"This has nothing to do with you." I put on a bath towel. But he poked at it hard and refused to let me put it on. It was like I was being dragged away.
"Explain it clearly." He lowered his voice. However, it was clear that he had to be wary of the crowd not far away. They were already staring at us.
"Does this have anything to do with you? Whether it's a tattoo or a birthmark, that is my privacy." I didn't want to answer his question.
His expression seemed to worsen.
But I didn't want to explain this to him at all. I had this growing on my body, but in his head, it was as if I had done something wrong.
