To avoid upsetting him, Rebecca pretended to be docile and played dumb, enduring her emotions and convincing herself that she would get used to it.
The thought that comforted her most was that the countdown to her departure had decreased by another day.
Afterwards, Matthew returned to his own room, a habit of his that allowed Rebecca to breathe a sigh of relief.
The next morning, as soon as Rebecca stepped out of her room, she ran into Matthew. She froze for a moment, uncertain whether to retreat or continue forward.
Matthew glanced at her. "What are you waiting for?"
Rebecca, chewing on her lip, followed Matthew like a timid quail.
Glancing at her wristwatch, Rebecca hurried through breakfast. As she stood up, she remembered Matthew was still there, so she said respectfully, "Sir, I
