Chapter 16: His Stares

If I am in a normal situation, I will surely be nervous with his presence, but since I saw his mistress clinging her arms on his today, all I could do is to roll my eyes with disgust and irritation, but I know, from the deepest part of my heart, I’ve been enduring this so much pain. It is so hard to accept that he had gone this far—disrespecting me. I stood straight while still holding Lebanon’s right arm, didn’t even surprise with Steffano’s presence. I could barely see his reaction, for I am looking opposite to his direction.

I tried not to be affected for I don’t want to feed his satisfaction. He don’t deserve it and I don’t deserve to be treated this way.

As I slightly diverted my gaze to them, I have noticed Steffano’s fist got tightened upon staring at me slowly loosen my grip on Lebanon’s arm. His jaw clenched with his intersected brows and eyes were now in flare, ready to give Lebanon the taste of its own blood. He really is so aggressive.

He then diverted his gaze to me wit