His words struck me hard, like a hard slap. It seemed he forgot that I, too, only had him. Yet again, why would he care about me when his eyes were set on his first love from the very beginning?
“Of course, I understand,” I replied, striving to keep my tone even. “She must’ve been through a lot.”
But my mate's patience seemed to snap. “What’s that supposed to mean? What’s with your attitude?”
“I said I understand,” I repeated, my voice now tinged with an edge. “Is that a problem?”
“Do you have to talk to me like that?” he retorted, his frustration spilling over.
“What do you want me to say?” I shot back, feeling the tension escalated.
A heavy, suffocating silence settled between us. Finally, he muttered, “Do as you wish,” before abruptly ending the mind link.
It was funny, and it was ironic. Once, I was the “annoying” one for questioning his visits to Felicity. When I’d called to ask when he’d be back from her place, I was bothersome. Now, even trying to be understanding provoked his irritation.
With a sigh, I stared back at the book before me. Dwelling on it wouldn’t change anything. I had more important matters to focus on, like the things I needed before going to Lotus Tower.