"What do you want?" I spoke seriously when we left the office.
I couldn’t do anything since the owner of the hotel himself decided for me. I can't refuse because I don't want to make everything more complicated.
Why am I affected? I can act civil for Pete's sake.
Who is he in my life? He's just my ex-husband.
He stood up straight and lazily scanned me from head to toe. "You've changed a lot, huh?" he said mockingly.
I feel like he was referring to my position which has changed.
"What do you want? And wait, are you following me?" I was a little nervous when that thought entered my mind.
He scoffed. "I did not follow you," he answered and licked his lower lip. "Aren't you happy to see me?" His side lips rose.
"Why would I be glad to see you?" I replied sarcastically.
He shrugged and
