CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

I hesitated for a second looking at the handkerchief he stretched to me, then chuckle at his bold action. "Thanks," I said, taking the cloth from him.

As I was drying my hands, he spoke up again. " Is that your fiancé? She looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Was it a love marriage? Because that's what's common this days."

As I heard that, my hands stops moving and my grip on the handkerchief tighted, my knuckles turning white.

I knew what he was trying to say but the reason why he would Intentionally came her and try to provoke me with his presence here, was something I had no idea of.

But seeing him like this, with the expression on his face, I did know one thing; the guy before me had no idea that I knew about his shitty past with the woman I was getting married to and just trying to get some shit out of me.

But two can play at this game.

I forced a smile onto my face. “Oh yeah, we've been in love since childhood and been stucked together for a while. Soulmates, you might say.