Seventy Eight

I rested my head on the car seat. Grace and Lucia were asking who, and they insisted, but thankfully Zach came.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked worriedly, as the car was moving away from the university.

"Yes," I answered with a smile, although I was lying. My head was aching from the problem I had.

I must talk to Cheska soberly, not with her anger toward me.

"Evan explained that the woman slapped you due to a misunderstanding. Is that true?” I sensed anger in his tone.

I can't tell him about Cheska. He will do something that will anger her even more.

"Yes, and it's my fault." I glanced outside the window, not wanting him to notice that I was lying.

He gripped the steering wheel hard. "Your fault? She had no right to slap you. Tell me, who is she?”

I sighed. "Zach, no need. It's my fault, and I deserve it.”

"You deserve it? Are you hearing yourself? She had no right to slap you so hard that you fainted. She needed to know her place,” Zach explained, his jaw clenching. "You d