~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"Partner?"
Flare shifted his gaze to mine in confusion as he waited for confirmation.
"Yes, she is my partner. So who are you?" Saint boldly demanded and I began to feel even more angrier for messing things up.
"Mr Flare, your ride is here," the chief security reminded him but he refused to move as he waited for an explanation.
And in order to show ownership, Saint took my hand and was about to pull me away only for Flare to catch my other hand.
"I didn't say you could take her," he calmly said and I began to feel anxious.
His calmness was what bothered me. It would've been better if he at least showed how angry he was or something like that.
"Ingrid, why is this man acting this way?" Saint shifted his attention to me for answers.
"I'll tell you on the way," I said and pulled my hand from his grip just to find him looking torn.
Facing Flare, I found him still silently glaring at Saint.
"Flare?"
At the call of his name, he reluctantly looked at me.
