Chapter 8

“What is with you and Mr. Greene?” Bash asked me when we ate out. It is one of our routines to eat out once a week to destress ourselves from our work.

I bit my lip. “Nothing.” I replied as I ate the pasta in front of me.

Suddenly, I remembered that dinner I had with Julian three nights ago. He brought me to an Italian restaurant because he found out that our first dinner together was a flop. Apparently, he’s so disappointed in himself because he made me eat oriental.

I kept telling him that it’s alright because I had enjoyed being with him, he was still mad at himself for not knowing what I really want. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, though. I’m good at adapting to whatever is laid out in front of me, anyway.

Henney raised her brow at me. “He’s always looking out for you in the café. He even gives you lunch.” She told me.