CHAPTER 62
MIGUEL
“Goodbye, Aaron.”
I stuttered when Anne waved and smiled smugly as she turned towards the door, “W-wait, y-you just can’t walk out on me.”
A smile was still tugged on her lips as her well-shaped auburn brow rose, when she asked, “And why not?”
Caught unprepared for a forthright conversation, I responded abruptly. “Er—what are you going to do outside?”
It was too late for me to retract my foolish and lame response. Well–it was hard to compose a sentence when caught unaware.
We just had late snacks and lazily checking on the vast water in front of us. I was stunned when she stood up from the divan and hurriedly aimed for the front door.
I was completely free from the influence of alcohol and lust, my mind was clearer but I was just taken aback by her hasty action.
