Athilda's pov
"Damn it, Ath! How many times do I have to say it? I do not love your sister anymore! Stop saying I do! Stop pushing me back to her, because I climbed out of her arms a long time ago. Do you understand? Yes, I appreciate your effort, but I hate that you keep planting in your mind that I still want her." His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.
"Then why is her name still tattooed on you? Why did you lose your temper in Marawi, because you had not seen her in a long time? What is all this fake courting for? You were making her jealous, right? Hoping she would be affected? Enzo, I am not stupid! I am just trying to help you!" I snapped. I had seen that tattoo again when we went swimming. Nothing had changed. Same design, same place.
"Not stupid? If you are not, then why can you not see or feel that I want you?" His words hit me hard, my mouth falling open but no sound coming out.
