~VIOLET~
Ever since Vincent left, Stewart hadn't said a word, and he avoided my gaze. His expression deepened with his brows furrowed. I was surprised.
I was certain he had something to say before Vincent interrupted. However, since he left, he never made an attempt to say a thing.
The aura emanating from him was off and unwelcoming. There was something wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Did he have some sort of argument with Vincent before today that ruined his mood the moment he saw him?
I had plenty of questions, but I couldn't ask because his mood wasn't just right. He looked like a baby whose milk had been taken from him—annoyed but cute.
He sipped his glass of wine gently, still avoiding my gaze like a plague.
"Is there a problem, Stewart?" I finally asked when I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed to know why he was this way.
"No!" He sharply responded, his face focused on the sea.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am. Did you do something wrong?" He questioned, tur
