Chapter sixty nine

After Darell had tried to ask for her forgiveness and she had given him the cold shoulder, he had let her be on her own.

Marcelyn was already tired of the little war between them but her ego would not allow her to talk to him first and since he wasn't making any more efforts to reconcile them, the strife between them had dragged on for too long.

Although, to be honest, the man still informed her whenever he was going out or after he returned in.

Damn her ego for getting in the way, Marcelyn cursed inwardly as she saw that Darell had finished dressing up in tight jeans and a polo top.

Marcelyn remembered vividly that the top he was wearing was the same top he had worn the first time they met and she smiled to herself.

"Something finally makes you happy, my lady?" Darell asked her.

Marcelyn let the smile wipe itself clean off her face. She didn't bother to reply to him or even acknowledge his words. Even when Darell raised a brow at her in question, her silence was the only grace she