The air in the elevator grew increasingly stifling. He kept his eyes fixed on me, while I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze. Neither of us said a word.The moment the doors opened, I bolted into the room, flung open the wardrobe, and began shoving my belongings into my suitcase.He stepped inside and caught my wrist, his face etched with worry, his thick brows knit together."Ava, did something happen. I'm so worried...""Stop using those intimate terms with me," I snapped. "I'm not used to hearing it.""But didn't you, last night—"Before he could finish, I screamed, "Don't mention last night. Don't. I want to go home. I want to go back."As the words left my lips, my eyes welled up. A sense of deep grievance flooded my heart. I knew full well that I was the one who had initiated everything last night, but still... he should have preserved some of my dignity.Why was he so different from what I had imagined?He
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