HERA doesn’t know the exact reason why she needs to ask about it. Maybe just because she’s curious.

“No.”

“Oh.” All she can answer.

“Why?”

She arched her brow. “Just curious.”

“Really?” Achilles formed a sly smirk on his lips while his eyes is still fixed on the road.

“Don’t worry. If you will give me chance, I will marry you again—”

“What? Dream on. Maybe I will not marry someone again.”

“Is that so?” he asked and smiled, faintly. “That’s hurt.”

She didn’t talk anymore until they reached the mall.

“I will just park the car and will find you after—”

“I’ll text you,” she interrupted and carried her...