CHAPTER 22: Folded

Hugo’s Point of View

“Hey,” I muttered as we entered my condominium. Nala’s calmness is bothering me so bad, fuck!

She looked at me without saying a word. I can’t read what she’s thinking, even though I am now looking at her beautiful yet emotionless chocolate eyes.

“What is it? Do you have something to?” She asked coldly.

I can’t help but feel amused and nervous at the same time. I’m amused because she doesn’t know how hot she is with her cold expression registered on her face, yet I’m nervous at the same time because I don’t want her to be like this.

I gulped. “Are you mad?” I asked gently.

She shook her head, adding to the anxiety in my chest.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to rest now.” She turned her back to me, but I didn’t let her foot step away from me. I hold her wrist.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but I’m not fucking sincere. If I were to decide, I’d stick with my plan. I want her to live with me in my house, not for my personal reasons but for her safety.

I don’t trust Lawrence.