Chapter Ninety Nine

Alexandra.

I waited for him to react differently, but aside from letting out a few profanities, nothing came.

I had been staring at the floor since I said that and hadn’t found the courage to look up at him.

“You told Mariana but not me.” He said it as if I had deliberately chosen to confide in her instead of him, as if I had betrayed him deeply.

“Look, Mariana is my best friend, and this was eating me alive. I wanted someone to advise me. I had no one else to turn to; she was the only one available, so I told her about it,” I explained, finally lifting my gaze to meet his.

He was scowling, but he still looked incredibly handsome.

“Do you want to hear why I did this or not?” I asked impatiently.

I was tired of his silence. If he wanted to hear my reasons—or better yet, my side of the story—he should make that clear now. If not, he should also say something.

He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head.

“Fine, I would like to know why you couldn’t tell me you are eng