ANMELA'S POV

I was crying on Laurent's chest for about a minute. My eyes seemed swollen and my throat was dry. His mouth was just shut. He did not say anything or even touch me that made my heart tighten.

This was our first fight and it took me so long to absorb that Laurent was really mad at me. His mood now was obviously written on his face.

He cleared his throat and pushed me gently beside the driver's seat. He did not say anything or looked at me at least. He started to open the machine of the car and when it moved, I watched him.

"There's a...