Chapter 88
- Jennie Wilson POV
- He has worn sleeveless Prussian blue tank top and black track pant. He looked fresh, his hair still drenched, but his eyes were dull, no light sparking in it.
- He looked dull and depressed, he didn’t even spare a single glance at me as I walked in. A twisted, misplaced disappointment filled me when he didn’t even notice me, ignoring me completely.