Sorrell stepped out of his car and saw Corvin waiting in front of the doorsteps, his hands tucked in his pants.
"Don't wait for me," Sorrell walked upstairs.
"Alright," Corvin looked down at the stairs, his expressions were stiff. But soon he noticed Sorrell froze at his words.
"I might come back late sometimes, you don't even know when I will be arriving, so you should not wait."
"Okay, I was just wondering if you had no problem commuting."
Can I ask you a question? Are you the type who loves having passionate nights? Sorrell glanced at Corvin with the question. But the words that came out of his mouth were different.
"You can keep your usual routine, don't mind me."
Corvin looked at him, and his words came with a strange heaviness. "Alright."
"Why do you say alright to everything?" Sorrell almost shouted. "Where is your opinion?"
"I can do everything for you, those demands aren't that big of a deal," Corvin chuckled awkwardly.
"But you are building a wall between us?"
