For days now, Kael had been scurrying around, looking for a house for Kaia, a villa, no less, in a prime location, tucked away in a peaceful area, with the right lighting just for her.
I met his gaze, my expression as cold as ice.
“Your plans are your business. No need to share them with me.”
Kael’s brows furrowed at my indifference, and before I could even blink, he grabbed my arm.
“Skylar, are you upset?”
“The reason I’m being so good to Kaia,” he continued, “is because I’ve learned a few things about her past… She’s had a rough time.”
“You’re my girlfriend, Skylar. Try to see things from my perspective. Don’t be jealous, alright?”
A cold smile stretched across my face as I calmly shook off his hand.
“You’re overthinking it. I’m really not upset.”
After all, I was leaving in two days.
Kael seemed relieved, flashing a grin. “That’s good. The day after tomorrow is our six-year anniversary. Wait for me that evening. I’ll take you out for a candlelit dinner.”
He tapped my nose playfully, grabbed his bag, and walked out, leaving me behind with a lingering sense of disbelief.
The way he still remembered our anniversary was almost impressive.