I zipped up my backpack and fixed him with a steady gaze. "Why should I do what you say? Besides, you seemed to enjoy that street food last night."
His expression froze. "I was just accompanying her..."
"Whatever. I don't want to know," I said, turning to leave.
He blocked my path, pulling a gift box from his coat.
"This is something Lillian insisted on giving you. I hope you'll accept it."
"Why didn't she come to apologize in person?"
Oliver snapped, "She's already making amends, and you're still nitpicking?"
I pressed my lips together and opened the box.
Inside was a cheap plastic bracelet.
Without a second thought, I tossed it into the trash.
His eyes blazed with anger.
"That's Lillian's heartfelt gesture! Do you really have to treat it like this? Scarlett, can you stop being so unforgiving?"
I smiled, "If you like it so much, feel free to dig it out of the trash. After all, it's her 'heartfelt gesture.'"
To my surprise, Oliver actually retrieved the plastic bracelet from the garbage, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief.
My breath caught in my throat.
He had never cared about anything I gave him.