The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Byron really was something else.
I opened my suitcase and started packing clothes, piece by piece.
Then, I heard a knock on the door. "Laura, open the door. Let's talk," Byron called out.
'Talk? Absolutely not!' I had no desire to talk to someone who didn't know how to behave.
I didn't have much left in the room, and after packing, it hardly looked different.
Byron was still outside, and when he saw my suitcase, his eyelashes drooped.
I was about to leave, and he didn't even glance my way. He just smiled. It seemed he didn't care about me as I expected.
Grabbing the suitcase handle, I walked past him.
"Laura..." His voice had a whiny tone as he called after me, tugging at my suitcase. "You complain about the main characters in nove
