"It was not intentional," I say as I step backward.
He quirks a brow and moves forward, "how much did you hear?"
"Nothing much." I lie.
"I would have believed you if I didn't know how good you are at lying." He growls.
I narrow my eyes, "that's unfair. You know the reasons why I lied to you the first time. Why would you use that against me right now?"
"Because somehow or the other, everything you do always affects me!" He exclaims.
He looks frustrated over this, but how was any of it my fault? Maybe it was my fault a little; I shouldn't have followed him out here. I was simply concerned about him. No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance, my heart and body pulled me towards him. It kept caring for this man, and I have no idea why. Without my memories, I couldn't figure any
