Chapter 22

Ryan was oddly silent throughout our drive to her mother’s café. There’s an obvious frown on his face and his grip on the steering wheel was a bit forceful so I didn’t bother to open my mouth. The atmosphere inside the car felt pretty thick, I almost asked him to drop me by on the sidewalk and volunteer to go to the café on my own.

Whatever did Florian told him? That jackass! We’re gonna have words later once I’m back.

I cleared my throat and glanced at him nervously. “Uhm… is there a problem?”

His face immediately calmed. He looked back at me with a forced smile. “I’m sorry. Just having a bad day…”

“Hmm… may I know why?”

Ryan grinned; he looked back at the road and didn’t answer my question.

“You didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I made a fool out of myself asking you out on a date.”