Elena braced herself as she stared at him. There was something he wanted to talk to her about. This was it. The moment he tells her that he’s dating Beryl, and she shatters to pieces. She would put herself back together but would never be the same. Suddenly, she wished to remain ignorant. She just wanted to pretend that there was a chance. She took in a slow breath, collecting herself together.
“What is it?” She mustered a fake confidence, keeping eye contact with him.
“Please don't be upset with me.” His voice sounded unsteady as he looked away from her.
Guilty. He looked ashamed and unsure all of a sudden. Her arrogant guardian suddenly looked vulnerable. Her chest squeezed together. He didn't want to hurt her, but knew he had to tell her.
“And you're back to telling me what to do?”
