"Is that why you left the house as a fugitive?" he claims while the limo takes us home.

I don't want to answer or look at him.

"Speak!" he demands again, and I have no choice but to fix my gaze on his.

"Yes! I went with him because I never want to see you again in my life. I suppose you will be happy that you achieved your assignment before the end of the year, right? You have done to me more harm than you could do to anyone in record time "I reply and look away from him again.

"Sienna ..." I hear him say to me in a small voice.

"Don't tell me anything. I don't want to know anything about you," I reply immediately and cross my arms.

"I'm so sorry about the other day," he says suddenly, and I can't understand how he can be so hypocritical.

I decide to keep quiet and turn to look at him to let him know that I don't believe a single word of what he has said.

"I was carried away by anger ... by the pain it caused me to rem