Chapter 100

Davian scowled all through the shower and even after he stepped out. He stood in front of the mirror in the restroom with a skank look on his face while drying his hair with the towel.

He was calmer now and he could taste the slight feeling of regret over how he stormed away. He knew it was the right thing to do but he wished he had been able to control his emotions earlier. At least enough to have a conversation about what she said.

He sighed. He couldn't tire now and he wasn't, but he was hurt. Was this a waste of his time? Was she never going to feel as intensely for him as he did for her?

She said he didn't know her and she wasn't wrong. There had only been such a short time between them and most of that had been in the hospital where she couldn't move.

He took the towel around his neck and placed it on the towel rack. He walked out of the bathroom with slightly wet hair and a towel around his waist.

"I am done," he said as he walked out.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed and turned her head towards him as soon as he appeared. He did his best to keep a neutral face as their eyes met.

"Okay," she mumbled softly.

She stood up and walked towards him. Davian didn't move as she walked past him to go into the bathroom. His jaw tightened and he fought the urge to turn and look at her back as she walked in.

She laid her back on the door as soon as it shut. Her mind was in shambles. It was impossible to read the Mafia King. She knew her words had hurt him but he wasn't saying anything.

They mean everything to me!

He couldn't have meant that, right? He didn't really love her, right? Her chest tightened at his words. He didn't even know her. He just wanted the child.

She forced herself away from the door and into the shower. She let the water run from the top of her head, flowing through her dark brown hair and down to her feet.

Layla didn't know how long she stood under the shower and frankly, she didn't want to step out; she didn't want to face whatever was waiting for her.

Eventually, she had to step out and because of how long she had been in the shower, she couldn't soak off in the bathtub. She dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.

Without glancing in his direction, she ran into the walk-in closet to get dressed. She took her time, wishing she hadn’t agreed to sharing a room.

She finally stepped out of the closet dressed in lilac pajamas. The bottom was pants and the top was a skimpy top that drew attention to her ample bosom but she couldn't exactly wear a bra to bed.

She trudged out of the closet and towards the bed. Davian was lying on the bed with his phone in hand. He was staring intensely at it and he didn't move his gaze to look at her when she appeared.

She pouted a little as she walked to the bed. Was she supposed to announce that she was done when she appeared? Was he going to ignore her because of what she said?

She sighed slightly as she got into bed, pulling the blanket over herself. The air was slightly chilly and just stepping out of the warm bathroom made that very obvious.

She didn't glance at him or raise her head as she got into bed; rather, she picked up her phone and aimlessly scrolled on it. If he was also going to ignore her, she might as well keep herself busy.

"Do you not like the movie?"

"Huh? Movie?" She turned to look at him. His phone was out of his hand and he lay down with an arm behind his head.

"Yes," he said and gestured toward the television with his chin.

She turned her head to see a new movie on the screen. It was a high school romance, one that she had made a mental note to watch later. She didn't even put it in her watch list but he had thought she might like it.

He was right.

"No?" He asked as he picked up the tablet. "I can change it to something else."

"No," she said with color on her cheeks. She couldn't look at him, not right now. "This is just right."

"Are you sure? You didn't seem very happ—"

"I didn't notice," she cut in, embarrassed that she had to say that.

She was certain he was angry with her and that he was going to avoid her all night. The last thing she expected was for him to set up a movie that she wanted to watch.

It was starting to look like she was the one who didn't know him after all.

"Okay. I'll start it."

She nodded and kept her gaze locked on the screen as she tried to clear her mind. But it was nearly impossible.

"I am sorry," she blurted out just as he picked up the tablet.

He froze slightly and turned to look at her. Her head was still turned away from him but he could see how tightly she gripped the sheets.