After having a bath together, Kaene and I finally went downstairs for breakfast.
However, I was not expecting the guest waiting at the dining table when we got downstairs.
"Negan..." I muttered, my eyes fluttering awkwardly.
He was sitting close to Caleb, who was sitting across the table from where my parents were sitting.
He turned his gaze to me, a smirk curling up his lips. "Phoebe, how're you doing now? You seem rather refreshed." He remarked.
My face heated up with a blush. He definitely knew what he was doing.
Gosh, why did he have to be so teasing?
At the end of the dining table, Catherine was sitting with a despondent expression on her face. She tried avoiding my gaze, placing all her focus on her food.
This was a huge contrast compared to yesterday.
"Negan, I'm glad you could make it." Kaene suddenly blurted, ending the sudden silence that came in and stepping forward.
