Chapter 37. Messed Up

The silence irked me just as much as the fact that the only place I could communicate with Atticus was during dinner, and the talk was not always consistent, just like today.

Unlike our usual position, I was seated across from him instead of my usual seat beside him, and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why.

I was mad. I felt humiliated, and I was also irritated. Not just with myself anymore, but with the man seated across from me, who would not utter a word to address what had happened.

It irritated me that he was sitting down and eating so calmly as though nothing had happened between us, but I was so bothered by it, no matter how hard I tried not to be.

“About last night, it shouldn’t have happened, and I am sorry because it happened as a result of my carelessness” His voice was so calm, it was almost deadly, as if he was warning me subtly to take it like that and not argue.

Well, lucky for him, I had accepted my fate long ago and had no plans