Chapter Forty One: Misguided Intentions or carefully orchestrated manipulation part three
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Why is he sitting there? Does he need her to sit? No, she just rather stood there once she was within five feet of him. Something that still displeased him highly, greatly. But what could she do? Nothing.
She did not care how much he clenched his jaw. She could not tell her body to do what her mind was warning it against so severely. It was fiercely trying to get her to stay exactly where she was, to a point where she found herself grounded as though she had been shackled to the very ground.
And those shackles were not going to break like they were made of diamonds. Perhaps if she stands there long enough, he will get disinterested and leave. That tactic seemed to work on most
