“Okay!” Bernard says, clearing out his throat now.
Look intently at him, wondering what he has to say. Yes, I get that he is the builder but then I get like what? He may have a point actually, a point which I may not see but then again, I had not expected his response to be that. At least, he should have sugarcoated what he was going to say in the first place.
That Way, it was going to hurt less than it did . Not like I am actually that hurt about the whole thing but then, come on. Cut me some slack here, mister.
“This is the way I see it, My lAdy!” Bernard says to me. He exhales, his beefy chest rising in the aftermath of that. After that, Bernard takes hold o f the handle of the tea mug and then uses the left hand which is free to slide off the tray from underneath the mug after he
