Chapter Forty Eight

Jefferson’s POV

“Hey, man. What’s with that look?” I asked, “Are you that worried that I am not going to come?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I didn’t know that you would really bring your wife with you.” he replied, and I chuckled, then I looked at Celina, who was looking at Mark. I don’t know what got into her but I think she was looking at Mark strangely.

“Is there a problem?” I asked her to get her attention then. I saw her glare at Mark before she looked my way.

“Nothing,” she replied, but I think it was the opposite of what she said. But because we were running late, I looked at Mark,

“Come on, man. We’re going to be late.” My friend seemed to come out of his deep thoughts and quickly smiled and led the way. I followed him with Celina and I noticed that she was walking really slowly.

“Hey, we're going to be late,” I told her and she glared at me.

“I already told you that I didn’t want to come and yet, you still pulled me here.” she replied and I sighed after I stopped walk