“I think that you should go upstairs. Get some rest. It’s already quite late, and you need to recover.”
I couldn’t keep myself from turning to look at him. I was certain that my disbelief would be obvious on my features, but luckily for me, he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me. I despised him for the fact that he wanted to send me away, that he wanted some sort of privacy from me.
As far as I was concerned, he had had more than enough time for privacy on his way here. After all, I had left him alone the entire time. He hadn’t even done so much as mention a word to me the entire time, until now. What did he hope to achieve? What was the reason for the sudden change?
“I don’t think that I’m going to go upstairs just yet. I feel like I’ve had more than enough rest for now.”
