I gently sat down. It looked as if I will swoon if I spend another second standing. Why does he keep saying all that?. What day is he talking about. Why does he keep talking about me like he'd known me all my life while all these looks alien to me.I looked up at him. He seemed to be engaged in a turbulent thought himself as though the memory of his son called brother brings back dark thoughts he wasn't comfortable with...He looked far off with his eyes looking like it can break the mirror in front of him...I've never seen him this way. He can be cocky and arrogant but this dark part was new. He turned to look at me for awhile and then turned and walked towards his room..."I have to sort out something in my study. You can go to bed anytime you like. Send for your maid if you need anything."
