77. THE BIG BOYS

HANA

Bash gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He looked away for a split second. Again, his eyes are on me. His gaze was hard, intense and something felt like longing flickered in his stare. He looked away again. Just for a second. His jaw tightened when I finally reached his car. I gave him my best girly smile. "Thank you."

"I didn't say anything." His voice was plain, emotionless as if he wasn't affected after he saw me.

"You don't have to," I winked at him.

He scowled at me when I whirled to show him my attire.

"Where is the dress on the back?"

The old Bash wouldn't have cared. Because he put a stamp on me and made it obvious that I belonged to him. He can't do this now, especially when he thinks that we are better off without each other. But he will care. I will make sure of it. I helped myself into the car. Of course, the driver opened the door, and Bash spent a decent amount of time before he got in. Poor guy. I pity him already.