Chapter Seventeen: What have I done?

*Liam*

“You drove by yourself!” Ryder exclaimed the moment I stepped out of my car and slammed the door shut.

I arched a brow at him. “Yes, I drove.”

Ryder pressed his lips into a firm hard line, his displeasure evident with the way he aggressively pushed his glasses up his nose. “I thought we agreed on laying off driving for the meantime?”

I shook my head adamantly. “I did not agree to such a thing,” I said and slapped the roof of my Aston Martin. “I love driving and it's like I'm going to collapse behind the wheel. Man! Give me some credits, I'm already taking my medications without fail.”

Ryder gave me a long resigned look. “Why does it always seem like I'm the only one worried about you?” he sighed.

I chuckled and patted his shoulder. “You are my manager, of course you should worry about me,” I intoned.

Ryder shook my hands off his shoulder and glared at me. “Com'on, Julian is already waiting for us,” he murmured and began to walk into the massive building in front of us.

I exhal