Chap-160*The Runaway Beloved Sister*

Cynthia Dion:

"See, you can't answer my questions," the moment he scoffed, he realized he had made a mistake.

"You shouldn't stay here," I gathered my composure and straightened my posture, refusing to appear lost in front of him. He leaned back once more, pulling out his phone and avoiding eye contact this time.

"Don't worry about me; I'll be fine here," Atticus continued, as if nothing had transpired between us all these years. He settled back and continued to gaze at his phone's screen.

"Your mate is waiting for you. Go spend time with her," I retorted, frowning.

"By that logic, I should stay here," he muttered, keeping his eyes on his phone.

"But you don't have to. I don't want you near me," I insisted, unprepared to have him close when a significant part of the reason I was enduring this ordeal was connected to him, or at least most of the trouble could be attributed to his actions.

"Okay, but I'm not leaving," as he reaffirmed his stance, I rubbed my face in my hands and stared