(Noah’s POV)
“Whoa...” Rivera suddenly raised both of her hands above her chest as a signal of defeat. “Hold your horses, bro. You okay?”
I stammered—my face twitched for a bit—before I massaged my forehead, trying to cease the bulged muscles on my creasing temples. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“A bit. You look like you could eat me alive. Are you that taken aback by my comments?”
“...No. I just...”
I paused.
“...Why would you assume that girl wrote down that kind of contract because she couldn’t get pregnant?”
“Hmm... well, this is based on my experience as a psychiatrist. There are some people, like this girl you’re talking about, uses their weakness as a barrier to make them feel safe from the outer world or any upcoming problems. This disorder is usually caused by their history
