The Kiss

Alexander almost lost his patience, he moved his jaw holding his anger from bursting out. Camellia had been staring at him, she kept on pushing him and didn't want to follow him back. She kept on hitting his body with her small fist, hoping he would give up. Fortunately, the lunch hour already ended and there were not many people in the basement parking. So, he could wait and attend to her pickle behaviour at this moment.

"Let's talk at home." He tried again, his tone was calm as he did not want to fight fire with fire.

"No…" She glared. When she told him that she was the reason her mom killed herself, Alexander didn't reply. He pulled her into his embrace and kept his mouth quiet.

"If you don't want to go home, at least for now, let's get in the car." He knew he shouldn't lose his patience as he was the one that started this, but he was at his limit. Known as a hot tempered person by his family and close friends, this was the longest time he held his anger.