Ellen’s POV
When I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Zeke's coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain.
What the hell is wrong with his brain?
I tossed the covers aside, had my bath, and got dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough.
As I made my way out of the room, the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, but it did little to quell my rising frustration. I walked into the dining room, only to see Zeke standing up from the table as I approached.
"Good morning," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didn't respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable.
"Zeke, wait," I called out, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didn't look at me. "Why are you treating me l
