“If that’s what you want,” he replied like it was all up to me.
The ride to his place was silent and extremely awkward. The atmosphere felt cold and full of tension. The endless list of questions that I wanted to ask Ace ran round and round in my head nonstop; however, I didn’t know where to start. Most of the questions about his decision to step down from his position were pretty much asked already by his father. I wondered if he would give me different answers than the ones that he had already given his father.
“We’re finally back home…” Ace said while sounding tired and bored.
I wished that he would volunteer me with some answers and information but that didn’t seem to be the case. If anything, Ace looked sleepy and ready for bed. It must have been a long day for him; however, he was about to find out that the day was far from over for him yet as far as I was concerned. The driver drove away after dropping us off in front of Ace’s building.
“Come along,” Ace told me casually as he waved for me to follow him into the building.
Pain shot through my lower lip, and I realized that I had been chewing harder and harder on it in my frustration. I had been silent all this time while I collected my thoughts and prepared my words for when we were alone in his place. The elevator opened and the familiar view of his living room greeted me. Although it was the same room as before and I had spent countless nights here with him, the room felt stuffier and much darker than ever before.
“You can take a shower first,” Ace said.
That was pretty much needless because there were more than two bathrooms in his gigantic penthouse suite; however, I wasn’t in the mood to point out the obvious to him. I knew by now that he was trying his best to avoid having that difficult conversation with him.
“Ace…” I called his name as he headed toward his bedroom.
“What is it?” he asked without turning to face my way.
“I need to talk to you,” I said while trying my best to keep my voice from shaking.
“Right now? Can this wait until later?” he asked with his back to me.
I hated how he wouldn’t talk to me about everything and how he wouldn’t look into my face. What exactly is he hiding from me?
“Ace…” I called his name.
“Rina, it’s late…” he said with a warning tone in his voice.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared of him at all; however, my desperate need to know what was really going on far overwhelmed my fear.
“Yes, we have to talk right now,” I stated without backing down.
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