19

On the way back to the warehouse, Ivan did not say a word, but it was clear that he was angry after everything that had happened in the restaurant. I still don't understand why he was angry. I wore the dress he gave me. Then why did he act the way he did? I felt like I was solving the hardest puzzle.

I snapped my head toward him. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles had turned pale because of his tight grip on the steering wheel. I was surprised it had broken under the pressure.

"Ivan..n," I called him out, but I got no response. Maybe he didn't hear.

I cleared my throat to make myself comfortable. "Ivan," This time my voice came out a bit more confident than before. Again he didn't respond. Now it was clear that he was ignoring me.

"I- I didn't do anything. Please try me," I said, my voice breaking at the end.

"One more word. If I hear one more word from you I'll cut your tongue off," I couldn't help but frown. I d