Chapter 33. That One Girlfriend

Becca's POV

"Some men just don't learn," I heard Johnston mutter beside me.

His face is stormy, and his fingers are clenched on the wheel. We are in the car, but he still hesitates to start the engine, struggling to control his temper.

He adjusts the shades on his nose and glances back at the terrace where we left Elyon.

With mixed feelings, I glance in the same direction, but thankfully, the couple is out of sight. After taking a few deep breaths, he turns on the switch and we are on our way to Marelva to pick up the rest of my belongings.

Johnston suddenly faces me.

"Becca, I have a friend nearby whom I would like to visit. He owns a fabric shop, maybe you can buy something there for your parents too."

That's a perfect idea.

I nodded happily, and we entered a business street. Parking seemed to be a big problem here. With great difficulty, Johnston squeezed his robust truck into a narrow space.

"That's craftsman