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Kian’s POV:

Was it regret? No.

Fear? Fear of what?

My eyes were glued to the road all the way back to home. She was also silent. But I knew, and I felt it, too. That it was uncomfortable for her. I saw her confused eyes in the back mirror.

Robotically, she opened the door and left the car. I did the same at the front of my corridor. The sound of her heels stomping the ground was echoing in the living room. I was sure it was hurting her feet. She was almost running.

“Irene!” I shouted. I was at the centre of the living room. Beside the couch.

She stopped near the staircase. When she turned, her eyes were almost bulging.

“WHAT?” she shouted.

“Let’s talk,” my voice was low. Almost inaudible as compared to her.

I took a step or two in her direction. Her hand raised, signalling me to stop at my spot.

“Say what you want to, don’t come near me.” her tone was rude.

“We can’t talk if you are going to act like this,” I said, as I stopped.

“Fine with me. We don’t need to talk. I will