“What are you staring at?”

“Does it still hurt?”

“What?”

Cyrus tilted his head at her, “The pain from last night.”

“Ohh,” Camilla looked at him to register his expression. Although his face gave out nothing, she could still see the self resentment and guilt in his eyes.

“I'm fine now.” Camilla lied. Her ass still stung from the impact of his push, but she would never tell him that.

“Camilla..”

She could already guess where the conversation was leading to. Cyrus was never going to let her get away with the lie. Then, she did what she knows best—changed the topic.

“I'm fine Cyrus. Good to know you're worried,...