Chapter Seventy Eight

He hasn't changed at all since I last saw him. He still stands tall and handsome like the very first day I saw him. But now, I see it clearly. His features lightly darkened by hate and contempt. He walks forward and plops into one of the fancy sofas in my office. I only stare at him emptily as he makes himself comfortable. And when he's done, I walk forward stiffly and settle down in the seat across.

"Have you been well?". I ask. He's staring at me intently and I can see that he's genuinely trying to understand me right now, underneath the mocking inflection of his voice and generalll demeanor. He cocks his head and peers at me, causing a sheet of his long dark hair to fall over his face. If he wasn't such a bitter person, he would be absolutely gorgeous.

"You don't look exactly..... unhappy. Or bothered". He says, his voice raised in inquisition. I lean back on my seat and let a slow, mocking smile spread on my lips.

"Unhappy? Bothered? Why the hell would I be unhappy or bothered a