Chapter 48

Jace sat in his chair, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a tie dotted with stars.

That tie was a birthday gift from me last year. He'd never worn it before, probably because he didn't like it. But now, after our breakup, he had started wearing it.

His expression was grim, eyes locked onto me with fierce intensity. I knew why he was angry, but I calmly began, "Mr. Johnston, what do you need?"

"Where have you been?" His voice was icy.

"On vacation," I replied, dodging the question.

Jace's fingers curled on the desk. "I asked where you went."

"Chiverton," I said honestly. I had nothing to hide.

His frown deepened, confusion flashing in his eyes. He probably had no clue where Chiverton was.

It was a small, obscure town. How would he know?

If he cared about me, he'd remember I mentioned it before. It's where I was born, where my parents wanted to take me.

But he had heard it and forgotten, just because he didn't care enough to remember.

"Touring that place?" Jace's q