Chapter 345 Cursed Stubbornness

• Perhaps he had accepted that that was how things were supposed to be. Although I should have been relieved that he and I were now on the same page about this matter, I found a stirring sensation in my chest, and soon enough, I discovered that I had started to feel agitated and then angry. My sense of frustration only grew when I could not pinpoint the real reason behind why I was feeling that way. I stared at Bradon's expressionless face as I wondered what he was thinking. As silence stretched on between us and the night wind howled as it blew against my face, I realized that I was extremely annoyed by how unaffected he was, as if I was expecting some kind of bold or even aggressive reaction from him, just like the previous times that we had discussed this matter.
• "You should have gone to the event instead of leaving my sister behind. I'm sure that you would have had a much better time spending time with her than simply just sitting here with me with nothing to do," I said while sounding too bitter for my own liking. I had no idea why I said something like that, but by the time I realized that those words had left my lips, it was already too late for me to take them back. Although I realized immediately that that wasn't exactly what I wanted to say or what I meant, I couldn't stop myself from talking. Bradon looked at me with a slightly surprised expression on his face, but he did not say anything in response to my words. His continued silence only drove me further into the midst of my own anger.
• "I think it's best that you should focus on fulfilling your role so that I can focus on helping Desmond with his plan. The sooner I get him to help me out with my revenge, the better. It seems like my father is getting his head back into pushing for the election now. I guess that just means that the election is going to be rescheduled sometime soon," I continued talking as if I couldn't bear the silence between us any longer. When I was done, I turned to face Bradon straight on to find that he was looking at me with a very passive look in his eyes, as if he was seeing through me.