LAUREEN'S POV
“Mr Rhyde." I called as I walked towards him, but he didn't even bulge a bit.
“Tristan!" I called again when I got to his side and again there was no response.
Perhaps! If I was in the same mood as I was in the morning, maybe, just maybe, I would've been more considerate and sit beside him like a pretentious wife and ask if he was okay.
But, unfortunately, he had torn that part of me away when he walked out with another woman without even giving an explanation for it. What if he was even mourning the loss of his real girlfriend?
“You left.” He finally said, and it took me a while to realize what he was talking about, however, I still feigned ignorance.
“Left, how? Left who? She left you?" I asked, my tone obviously mocking him, and he turned to look at me.
“You know wh
