Victoria's POV

“Thanks for the dinner.'' I said those words and reached for the door of the car.

“Wait.''

I turned and glared at him.

“You have questions to ask, you can ask me.'' He said those words like he was so sure of it. “What makes you think I have questions to ask?” I asked with a frown.

He chuckled and spoke up. “Because I can read through your mind.'' he confidently said those words.“Really ?” I asked, trilled.

"Yeah.''

"Unbelievable.'' I murmured to myself.

“What are your questions?'' He demanded again. “If you can read my thoughts, then why can't you know the questions I have in mind?''...