Clara
“You’re right.”
My feet came into an abrupt halt hearing Samuel’s baritone voice ringing behind me. I stopped, but didn’t look back.
“You’ve always been strong. Getting yourself out of troubles is what you’ve been doing,” he bitterly chuckled. “But you can’t stop me from being worried.”
“And why not?” I hastily asked in return, turning back to face him.
Samuel’s brows slowly meet in the middle, his lips curling while his forehead creases.
“Why can’t I stop you from worrying about me?” I repeated, crossing my arms. “As far as I’m concerned you never care—”
“I do, now,” Samuel cuts me off.
My lips stretched into a fake smile before I rolled my eyes. I turned away from him, convinced to walk away. But I haven’t even taken a step when I felt a tight grasp on my wrist. Without
