No mutual feelings

Marriage was never part of the plan, yet it seemed to be the only way out. Waking up the next morning to battle with the same problem again, Gwendolyn wished to keep lingering in bed forever. Nevertheless, a terrible hangover surged around her head, giving her a splitting headache.

She put a hand on her forehead, massaging it tenderly. When a thought flashed across her mind, she sat up purposely then she remembered having a clear schedule for the day. She turned to her left side to check the radio clock, a pair of mariner-blue eyes creepily looking at her. She scooted backward startlingly.

“Hey. I didn't find that funny. That was creepy.” She scolded him and she rolled her eyes. She looked down at her body to check the cloth she was putting on, she was still wearing yesterday's dress. She drew the dress down to cover her thighs which he wasn't even looking at.

Zayn maintained his dark countenance as he kept staring at her. With a swift gesture, he extended a paper to her. He glanc