Ava POV

"Let go of my hand" I yelled and Dyrus gave me a confusing look. I pulled my hand away from him and glared at his soaked shirt, I should have poured the whole water in the jar.

"What's your problem, Ava？" he asked as he pushed me slightly by the shoulder. It seems he gets irritated when he sees me, he only wants me as his mistress. I was so dumb, how could I fall for that silly drama？

"My problem？ I should be asking you that question" I said as I wrapped my hands on my chest.

"Please, leave now" Dyrus ordered as he pleaded. He tried...