Andrew glanced at her and immediately scowled. Her clothes were messy, her thighs half-exposed. The sight only added fuel to his irritation.
"Look at what you're wearing," he snapped at her. "Go back inside and change. This has nothing to do with you."
Vanessa shot him a resentful glare, turned around, and went back into the room without another word.
Fine. She wouldn't care. Let him deal with it however he liked.
She flopped back onto the bed, arms crossed, pretending the outside world didn't exist.
Christopher's patience was wearing thin. He looked straight at Andrew and said firmly, "What's your decision? Give me a clear answer."
It was already close to eight o'clock. He still had work to handle back at the office. This farce could not drag on any longer.
Andrew sneered, turned around, and walked back into the room. He sat down heavily on a chair and said coldly, "I'm not moving today. If you have the ability, make a big deal out of it. Let's see whose face gets ruined."
