CHAPTER 22

I didn't want to open my eyes and break the dream. If it were.

He walked over to the door when someone rapped. I looked at him closely. His face wasn't displaying any expressions. His gaze was guarded too. I wouldn't be surprised if he treated me badly again.

My stomach flipped when I stared at the v shape of his back, his skin was toned. I forced my gaze away. I was waiting for him to speak. I had a feeling I shouldn't expect anything pleasant from him. 'He's unpredictable.'

He returned holding a tray. The chunk of the tray against the glass table broke my thoughts. He glanced at me. No emotion was on display. His moves were showing his abs and the curves of his muscles when he wore them.

"Your breakfast." He spun and grabbed his white shirt. He slid his arms in it. His phone rang. He grabbed it and swiped to answer. He wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear. He didn't utter a word like his old habits. He began to fasten the cuff.

I couldn't ho