035. The Taste Of Her Lips

Melissa's POV

Every ounce in me wanted to talk to Donald but he was stoic and resilient throughout the chopping. That afternoon did not just go by with chopping for dresses alone. We as well do the necessary things as a couple, however, I wouldn't term it as a date.

It sucks that he kept to himself all through. Each attempt to make him laugh or chitchat with me failed, regardless, he did not appear gloomy. This part of him was just too difficult to define! And I noticed it worsened after the encounter with that rude man.

Only God knows what happened between them. Judging by their affluence, they might be rivals and sworn enemies.

Couldn't he be thankful that I save his a$s from such a man?

The silence was too awkward that I could no longer handle it as he drive. "Can you at least turn the music on? This silence is killing me." I murmured.

He wasn't responding. His palms were rubbing the steering tightly that I could see the shot of blood that made his hands pale. "Was that man s