"You were not at the party where other nobles were collected. Where were you?" Garry paused, his eyes deepened as he recalled where he was.
"Ana.."
"Were you on the third floor?" Ana cut him in by raising her hands and asked again. This time, she stared back at him intensely when he sighed.
"And you must have realized that the princess threatened to hurt my mother by my actions. You also knew that she had attacked my father that day. Must you still ask me why am I cold to you when you know everything?" She had enough of the act.
The fact that he was kissing her randomly while spending nights with the princess! She was a fool to think that the future would change. He was still that cold and cruel Garrison. He had just learnt to behave kindly to keep her in control.
Garrison's jaw clenched. She could feel his aura tuning darker and the pressure increasing in the carriage.
