"How did you?" Before she could continue her sentence, Stefan responded.
"I saw him driving away," he stated calmly, not wanting to startle Ella.
Ella lowered her gaze and nibbled her lips, contemplating.
"Why was he there? I know he did not injure you like the other night. So I suppose he was there to talk, right?" Stefan inquired, his gaze tracing the expressions on her face.
Ella nodded, not choosing to keep it to herself now that he was aware of the truth.
"He did come to talk, but the conversation never went there and I had him thrown away," she relayed.
Ella was so irritated by his statements that she felt disgusted to even speak with him. Back then, he was such a sweet guy who would chat to her gently, only to reveal his true face when he called her a whore and a slut.
She understood how much she didn't know about him, or was she that blind as to never see past his pretense?
