Chapter 70

“Nice,” he said as he sat on my bed as I pour him a glass of water.
“The room is small,”
I looked back at him as I carried the glass of water to him on a tray and he took it gulping it down.
“I wasn’t speaking French,” I gave him a sarcastic reply to his previous remark and he shrugged.
“I could’ve understand if you spoke French anyways,” he shrugged.
“You know French?” I asked and he shrugged.
“Wow!” I exclaimed as I kept the empty glass...