Chapter 9

That night, Hardy had stepped into my room - The room that used to be his.

And with his sleeves all rolled up, exposing his veiny hands, he gave me this look.

That look that somehow became the hardest thing for me to decipher. I was Joanne McCain, the brainiac in school who was smart enough to solve things right in a flick of an eye.

But there was something about the look he gave me that I couldn't solve.

It was not unpleasant yet was not pleasant either.

"What?" I shook my head, when he wouldn't say a thing, but bury me alive with his stare.

"Watch your tone," He scowled.

I rolled my eyes as I took a seat in front of the newly built wall mirror and the princess-like table in front of it.

Supposedly, it was to make the room more feminine-like and also to my liking, but it just made me feel like Rapunzel, the three days old pregnant version.

I picked up a brush and started to brush my hair with it, doing that to buy time and not feel awkward with Hardy in my room or his