Scarlett's POV
I stepped outside, jerked the car door open, then slid inside, slamming it shut.
Anger boiled inside me. This was all his fault. Why did he have to make such a drastic decision without even caring to inform me? Is that how low he thinks of me?
Just thinking about it squeezed my heart. I looked up and saw him approaching, his hands in his pockets—looking all calm and mighty , like nothing had happened.
Wow… just wow.
He opened the door and slid inside. He just sat there without a word. I wasn't ready to speak or even look at his face, so I slowly turned to the window and leaned my head against it.
Let him sit there, drowning in his own silence. I don't give a fuck.
"What did he say to you?" I heard his voice—calm, emotionless, like nothing had happened when I almost got raped.
I laughed mockingly, almost to myself. What was I expecting? For him to hug me and console me?
What a little dilemma.
