He shut the car door with such force that if his car was junk,the door would have fallen from how hard he had closed it.
He was annoyed.
Annoyed was little to compare to how angry he was at himself,that even the gateman and some few guards that were outside noticed the mood he was in.
In all the years of his life,he hasn't been more confused and broken than he was right now,and that has started with seeing her walk out on him,while he couldn't do anything.
He couldn't call her back, nor could he run after her and apologize for what he had done,that had been the reason for their quarrel.
He was already feeling bad for what he did,but yet, he couldn't find it in his heart to call her to know if she had arrived home safely.
But he knew quite well, judging from her temperament that she's not going to answer his calls,nor would she keep her phone on for him to use another number to check up on her.
