CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ADAM’S POV
I glance at where my car is packed. I don’t trust Dylan enough to heed my warning. I should have asked Ella to come with me for the snacks instead of standing in this line, bored the hell out of my mind and same time jabbed with the arrows of mistrust about leaving Dylan and with Ella alone in the car.. And why the hell was the billing taking too long? I tap my feet impatiently. This is really turning out to be a bad day for me. I glance back at the car but with the tinted windows in places, there is nothing much I can tell.
“$29.21,” The cashier eventually says and I quickly pay up,l before grabbing the snacks with drinks and heading back to the car.
When I get in, there is a profound silence reigning in the car. Ella doesn’t meet my gaze and instead s
