Chapter Fifty-Two
I wanted to ask him who it was, but then again. He might not like me asking those types of questions. Nolan had never liked it, but now that I thought about it. He had probably been texting my sister and didn’t want me to know about it.
My good mood popped like a bubble and I mechanically ate my food.
“Hey, Andreena. Are you okay?” Spencer asked, his voice was laced with concern as he finished eating. Lifting a hand, he signaled to our waiter for the check.
I shook my head. “Just a bit of a headache.” I lied.
Spencer looked at me for a long moment before tilting his head towards my glass of water. “Finish your drink and I’ll take care of the check. If you don’t feel well, we can go back to my place and you can rest.”
Nodding, I picked up the glass of water. Taking a
