Chapter Ninety-five

What was Reagan doing here? And why is he looking at me like that?

I thought that he was still in New York and had no hopes of coming back. That he was so mad at me that he would not mind staying over there forever.

I held his gaze, trying to get him to lower his face but he being Reagan refused to do so, He just kept looking at me with a smirk, I hissed and turned to the other side but he came into my line of vision again but he was talking with someone, probably an elder and laughing.

I rolled my eyes this time and leaned my head on the table, trying to calm my drumming heart that refused to be still even though I just downed a glass of juice beside me. When lying there, I kept throwing glances at him, but I did it discreetly so I would not be caught

He had a stubble now; his stubble is usually shaved, and it took him a maximum of three days to shave again, but this time. It looks like he hasn't shaved in a week or something.

He was wearing his usual black clothes, a back shirt and