I finally looked up and glared at him, a bit irritated. "Okay. I understand. Can you move now? I need to change…"
Claude smirked. He fucking smirked.
So, now that he was fine, he was back into the annoying guy he was. He looked calmer and more sincere. I don't know. I just felt like, after meeting his eyes and seeing the glint of mischief in them, made me think we were somehow closer than before.
It was probably because we shared something personal. Mine was more shameful while he was…
I took a deep breath. Thinking about that woman just boiled my anger hundred percent. I should call Noir and confirm what he did to her.
"Alright. Then, I'll prepare dinner while you change. Let's eat together," he waved his hand, deliberately ignoring my inner crisis, and walked away.
"Damn him."
