#Chapter 157 Love is a Battlefield

I returned to my apartment to find Andrew waiting for me, the donuts and coffee still sitting on the dining table. Andrew stood up from his chair and hugged me, though I did not return the gesture. “Is something wrong?” he asked when I didn’t hug him back. “How did it go?” “It went fine,” I said as I squirmed out of his arms. I picked up one of the donuts, finding it cold to the touch. “He accepted the apology.” Andrew grinned. “That’s wonderful!” He grabbed my donut and one of the coffees. “Let me warm these up for you.” I let him take the donut, but I did not return his smile. “No, Andrew, it’s not wonderful,” I said. “That man is horrible when you’re not around. He is incredibly rude.” “I’m sorry,” he said as he stuck the donut in the microwave. “Sometimes, in the political arena, with have to deal with people who are difficult—” “No, you don’t understand.” I started to pace, pulling on my ponytail.