MARCUS’ POV
Our ride back home was quiet and this time I made no attempt to get Eleanor to even try to talk.
I was just as pissed as she probably was, if not more. I was disappointed and couldn’t believe what happened, my feeling of disappointment quickly dissolving into that of anger.
How dare she? How could she reject my gift? not only was it expensive and that was the only opportunity she was going to get to receive such an expensive gift, it was my little way of showing my remorse for what happened and yet she just dismissed it all?!
With a grunt, I pulled over, catching a glance of her from the mirror. Her arms were folded, her head rested on the window and her eyes were shut.
Shut? She actually had the audacity to sleep?
I let out a loud scoff giving her another glance. She w
