I was taken aback, but quickly, Wesley shoved the handkerchief into my hand and returned to his usual cold demeanor. "Crying doesn't become you, June."

I thought he wasn't so kind-hearted after all. Clenching the handkerchief, I sniffed and said, "I'm fine. I can handle this by myself. I don't need you—"

Before I could finish, Wesley interrupted me, his tone particularly forceful. "I'm here because I need to fulfil my promise to someone, so get up. I'll take you home."

I ...