Xavier paused.
Clara waited, her brows drawn —half in curiosity, half in displeasure.
How could she not be displeased?
Her boyfriend … her fiancé … had run out searching for someone else, ignoring her completely, as if his life depended on it.
Who exactly was he looking for?
"Xavi, —?"
"No one," Xavier said, fastening his seatbelt.
Clara frowned. Pointing toward the road, she almost accused, "You ran so desperately, knocking on every single window … to find no one? Are you hiding something from me, Xavi?"
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. His jaws flexed in irritation —a rare emotion for him, yet strangely natural today.
"I said it was no one, Clara. Can't you just accept it without probing for more?"
He turned to her, his gaze nearly furious.
