AMALTHEA'S POV

"You can ask what you want to, and if I feel like answering it, I will," I said, and he raised his brows at me before scoffing.

“The nerve of this girl,” he murmured before standing from his place.

Holding my hand in his, he pulled me out of the chair before pulling me out of the restaurant, making me follow him like a naughty kid, going to get scolded, as he glared at me.

Opening the gate of the back seat of his Sedan, he threw me in the car before closing the door, making me raise my brows at his action. I didn’t understand what he...