His voice sounded so cold that I couldn't muster up the courage to look at him. But I knew I had to. So I turned around and my stomach churned as his gray eyes almost glared back at me.
This was a Noah Gray I haven't met yet.
"What were you doing?" he repeated, his eyes falling on the box and darkening further.
"I...I wa...was ju...just cl...cleaning ar...around he...here," I stuttered, bile rising to my throat as memories of the past evaded through my brain.
"Were you trying to run from me?"
"Did I ask you to clean my walk-in?" Noah hissed.
"I..I ju...just wan...wanted to he...help. It wa...was a me...mess in he...here. So I tho..."
"Stop it, Rose!" he snapped, making me jump out of my skin. "It isn't your place to clean my things! You are just here to stay because I do not w
