Chapter 51

Kylen was sitting slouched in the couch, his back almost parallel with the armchair and his shoulders and head pressed in the cushion that he should have been leaning against. His right knee jerked up and down as if it was seizing.

I watched him sceptically, taking a sip of the tea that Vanessa had provided. In his hand was the phone that he hesitated to call his wife on. Was she really this bad?

"Hmm, this is somewhat beneath you," I said to him softly, glancing over his weird position once more and yet on so many occasions, I was the childish one.

"No," Kylen said, surprisingly disagreeing as he placed his hand over his face.

I glanced towards Vanessa, who was stating towards the floor, deep in thought. She felt my gaze and flashed me a small smile. She turned towards Kylen and scratched at the back of her neck.

"Taiti, why don't you give me a minute to talk to Kyle alone," she said with her fake reassuring smile while rubbing at her arm.

What was she hiding?

I hummed,