Amber's POV
"What do you mean ... disgusted?"
I turn to look at him in horror, my lips and hands trembling. I can't believe he's actually saying this to me. Shouldn't he be the last person on earth to be this cruel to me?
"Just disgusted," he hisses and soon takes up the wooden spatula that he cast in the pan violently before. "Don't keep pushing me, Amber. Can't you see I'm in a mood now?" he rasps as he stirs the fish in annoyance. But he's not the only one here who's in a mood. And I just want an answer."What do you mean exactly? Tell me and I'll leave you alone," I bargain.