As we walked back to the mansion, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.
I expected to feel lighter and more free after denouncing every strings attaching me to my mother, but that wasn't what I felt in my body.
The feeling was more like I added a heavy weight to my previous burden.
Not to talk about Amad's piercing gaze which had left me feeling uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but wonder why the heck he continued glaring at me till he was out of sight.
"Why was Amad staring at me like that?" I asked Zayn, trying to sound casual.
He raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “In a creepy manner that's beginning to annoy me somehow.”
Zayn chuckled. "He can be a bit... intense. But he means well."
I wasn't so sure. There was something about Amad that didn't sit right with me.
I know he never liked me, but recently his behavior was becoming a little bit suspicious. But I can only hope he means well as Zayn said.
As we entered the mansion, Amad was already sit
