HERMIONE'S POV
I raised my head, looking at Phoenix and stopped teasing looked with him.
“You really don't have anything else that you want to say to me?” I asked while looking at him calmly.
I wanted to just directly ask him why he was reluctant to mark me when the way he approached me right now was as if I was his beloved.
I would be a fool to believe him because of the mixed signals he gave me.
I want clarification.
But I couldn't ask him.
I want him to explain it to me. To take initiative to explain.
Hah, I should not think too much about it.
Phoenix looked at me with a smile and shook his head. “There's none.”
I see.
I nodded my head. “Okay then, get out.”
His brows furrowed. “Why?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “No reason. Just get out.”
“But I don't want to,” he stubbornly
