Chapter 18

What could be the best for us? I kept thinking about this particular question on repeat. It's not like I didn't want a divorce but it's just a thought that popped up in my mind.

What if this was some kind of destiny? Could it be the collision of two different personality traits humans? 

"Millie put your seat belt on. How many times do I have to tell you!?" Noah scolded for the umpteenth time.

Not my fault that the belt was grazing against my neck as we drove. It was hurting and I probably got bruised there but would he care to ask or whether even think about it?

No, he didn't. Because he's not short and this is not his problem.

That would be pretty much likely he would say in return if I would've to ever ask.

So destiny or not, but we are so not good together. It has been almost a day and we were already annoyed by our presence. Why? Because I wouldn't do what he asked and he... well, he did what I asked so far.

But he didn't let