Chapter 13: Don't divorce me

Summer’s Point of View

Even though I haven't completely come back from my reverie, I hurry to stand up as if I will to stumble. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran towards him without him noticing, since he had his back turned towards me.

He was about to get into the driver's seat when I shouted, “Steven! Wait, please!”

Thankfully, he halted in his tracks, his eyebrows meeting as he turned to me with a solemn expression and asked, “It's already late. Why are you still here? And why did you come here in the first place?”

I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and gripped it before I gave him an answer. “It's about Celine—”

“You aren't expecting me to help you with that, aren't you? Because I won't.” He turned around and was about to get into the car again, but I grabbed his wrist and gave him a pleading expression.

Nonetheless, it must be true that his heart was harder than stone because he just looked down at my hand that was clutching his wrist and said with a coldness that froze my heart, “