Amber's POV:
I walked into the villa, holding the bouquet of flowers.
In the hallway, I ran right into Sidney, whose eyes locked onto the flowers in my arms with a mocking smirk tugging at his lips—a look sharp enough to cut.
"Well, would you look at that? Your flowers are already wilting. Who gave them to you? That guy just now? What's he to you?"
His barrage of questions got under my skin. Was this why he'd called me back so urgently—just to stand here and throw snide remarks? Or was he in a hurry to bring up last night's events?
"Mr. Sidney, please," I replied coldly, feeling my patience thin. "This was a gift from a friend." It wasn't easy to keep my patience, especially after being called back mid-holiday only to be met with this kind of attitude.
"A friend?" He inched closer, v
