Chapter 31

I was silent throughout the waiting; my hands were on my face, covering it as I sighed deeply multiple times. I smiled sadly at myself. This is supposed to be a vacation; they prepared it for me, and we were supposed to enjoy and be happy, and yet here I am, messing up with their lives.

Am I really the one who is messing up his life? Or is it the other way around?

I huffed and stood up when I heard Ethan's footsteps on the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, his lips were in a thin line, and his brows were furrowed.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his eyes going down to my terno satin spaghetti strap and pajamas. He stopped when he was in front of me, observing me calmly even though his eyes were screaming of remorse, pain, and tiredness.

If he is already tired, why doesn't he stop?

I don't know why, but something pinched my heart when I thought of Ethan stopping from chasing us. I hate him, yes. I don't want to take him back anymore, yes. But... There is a part of me that doesn't wa