Chapter Thirty Eight: Just maybe

*Vivienne*

He is angry with me.

He looks like he is angry with me.

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I sneaked a quick glance at him seated across from me, his gaze focused outside the car window.

My eyes fell to the hard set of his jaw and yup… looks quite angry if you ask me.

I adjusted in my seat and cleared my throat. “Have you heard anything from the hospital that Eric and his sister were taken to?” I started, trying everything to get rid of the awkward air between us.

His head swiveled in my direction, his eyes locking with mine. “Yes, they underwent surgery an hour ago,” he answered and returned his gaze back to the window.

“I will pay for the surgery,” I offered with a sense of guilt.

“You don't have to,” he retorted, his tone clipped. “The bill has already been paid for.”

I clamped my mouth shut, my teeth digging into my lower lip. “I just wanted to pay for the damages that I have caused,” I mumbled to myself, my fingers tightly knotted together.

I don't think I have