Finding Evan Sinclair had taken quite a bit of time.
So by the time Nina Donovan slowly made her way back to the classroom, the morning self-study session was already over. It was now the ten-minute break between classes.
Her gaze immediately fell upon Jasper Sherwood, sitting in the very back. Nina Donovan couldn't help but feel a phantom ache in her neck. 'Can he drop the habit of grabbing people's throats whenever he's displeased? He's like a complete lunatic.'
The sight of him was irritating, but keeping her plan in mind, Nina sat back down in her seat. She shot him a sidelong glance, putting on the perfect airs of a haughty young heiress. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation for why you treated me like that yesterday."
The tips of Jasper Sherwood's fingers, which were holding a pen, paused. He slightly raised his eyelids, quietly sizing her up.
