The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 64

I awkwardly forgave Andre and decided to go with him to get a jacket, planning to grab some dinner at the mall. Just then, Sherry came back.

I casually put the bottle of mineral water she handed me on the table. "Sherry, we're heading out for dinner. Why don't you come with us?"

Andre emerged from his room wearing a jacket, bypassing Sherry to stand next to me without saying a word. Sherry's cheeks had a slight flush to them.

"No, you two go ahead," she said. "I'm treating our class fitness captain to dinner tonight."

Andre looked down as he zipped up his jacket, hiding his expression. "Why?"

Sherry seemed unfazed by his cold tone. "I fainted in gym class last time because of low blood sugar, and he carried me to the nurse's office. I'm treating him to thank him."

Andre pulled the zipper up to his chin and scanned Sherry, a chilling smile creeping onto his face. "Sherry, besides causing trouble, what else can you do?"

Sherry's face lost all its color in an instant. Not wanting their conversation to escalate into an argument, I quickly grabbed Andre's hand and headed for the door. "Okay, bye Sherry. We're off."

The smell of grilled fish wafting through the air didn't seem to pique Andre's interest at all. He picked at his food for a couple of bites and then just stopped.

I bit my fork and blinked. "Andre, don't you like grilled fish?"

"Nope, I do," he replied flatly. "Just not very hungry."

Since he wasn't eating much, my appetite dwindled too.

I picked at my meal a bit more before wrapping things up quickly.

I had planned to stroll around some more, but Andre said he was tired and wanted to head home.

He typed one-handed on his phone, probably messaging someone, a hint of restlessness visible on his face.

"Want me to drive you home?" he casually asked.

I shook my head, smiling with my eyes narrowed. "If you have things to do, just go. Don't worry about me."