Cleopatra POV

A day has passed but Van still does not come to our house. As i remember, Van should come here yesterday but he didn't go.

I sighed and peeked out the window.

What is going on with him? I have no news about him. I want to go to him but my pride exists more.

"Who can follow us with my pride?" I whispered to myself so I immediately ran down to my room and walked to get the car key then walked to the car.

I can not take it anymore. I love Van too much to tolerate him. Stupidly I did not listen to him then....