IRENE'S POV

What does he want?

It was merely a question shadowing what I had in my mind to say.

If there was anything I would blame, anything I found fault with among all of this, it certainly had to be his attractiveness.

His attractiveness was the same reason why I was here at this moment, why most of the words was left buried deep in me unsaid.

His attractiveness was why I had to deal with his bullshit.

From the look in his eyes, I saw that glint of-

uncertainty, despite the fact that what I felt for him was something absurd, something between hate and as a sense...