82. Expectations

POPPY:

“Can you please read the message? I can’t do that especially when I am driving.”

A muscle ticked in my eyes. “Are you freaking kidding me, Sebastian?”

His brows furrowed.“What’s wrong?”

“What’s your intention of letting me read the message? What are you trying to prove, huh?”

“Honey. I meant no harm, okay? I just wanted you to read the message. I’m driving. What makes it difficult to understand?”

“You know Olivia will text you, right?”

“Was it her?”

“Who else? She won’t stop saying you should divorce me.”

“That’s not going to happen. It’s you I love. Not here. So please stop getting jealous, okay? You’re the only woman I love, Poppy. No one else.”

That was supposed to pacify me, but it did not. Right now, I was still irritated at Sebastian, and I did not know how long it would last. I hated this feeling. It brought me back to my previous relationship. Of how I was jealous of any woman who was near to my ex-husband only to find out in the end that I have the right to be jealous