The next day was a saturday and they both didn't go to work. Davian had woken up first, he told the cook to make the breakfast extra special.
The dining table was already set when Silvia walked passed, all dressed as if she was going out.
"Hey Silvia, wait," Davian made her to halt. She turned to him.
"Are you going out? Why don't we have breakfast together first?" he smiled at her.
Her fists clenched as she gazed at him, why can't he just let her hate him, for what he did, even if it's just for a few hours?
Without responding, she turned around and left. That little action really did break his heart and dispirited him.
He sighed.
Silvia drove one of the cars herself, she was going to meet her mom at the mansion. When she got there her mom was a little surprised to see her as she didn't inform her beforehand that she was coming. They both went to one of the patios.
