Chapter 12. Dinner Gone Wrong

“You're scary,” Olive muttered and bit her lower lip. Wayne's heart stopped beating as he stared at her lips. She pouted them and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Whatever you do, let me live. Please,” she pleaded.

“You would. Don't worry,” he replied dryly. She nodded nervously and looked down at her plate. She needed to eat. She was starving. So, she ate as much as she could. It was a silent meal, with her not even looking up at him once. That however, gave him enough opportunity to stare at her face. He just couldn't help it. She was calling unto him and he wanted to answer that call. He wanted to hug her tight and just rest in her arms. But she was too scared of him, and he wasn't even helping matters. He was trying to show he was cold towards her. That he didn't really care. But he didn't know how much he could last with that façade.

He finished his meal and got on his feet after gulping down from his wine glass.

“Stay here. Don't try going out. If