Turning my head, I saw Keith leaning against my bed, holding my hand as he slept. He looked so handsome—his high nose bridge, thin lips and delicate features exuded a cold, distant charm. Even in his dreams, the grip on my hand didn't lessen.
If this had been before, my heart would've melted at his tenderness, but now, all I felt was bitterness.
I tried to pull my hand away and the movement woke him up. His voice, still heavy with sleep, carried a trace of weariness. "Zoey, you ran off again, didn't you? What now? Is this because I didn't take you with me last night? You know those business gatherings are dull. You wouldn't even understand the conversations. Why not just go shopping with your friends instead?"
He had claimed the night before that he was going out for work, but it was obvious he'd been drinking with his friends. He didn't want me to know what they discussed. His lies were paper-thin, so easy to tear apart, but what was the point of confronting him?
I obediently nodded, keeping my gaze fixed on the window. "It won't happen again."
Keith, I won't chase after you anymore.