“I can walk. It’s quite alright, Dr. N-Müller.” I bit my lip.
Dr. Nicholson furrowed his brow at the near mix-up of his name. Then, he offered a wide smile. He was practically laughing at me.
“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I allowed a young, beautiful girl like you to walk alone?”
Jonas opened the rear passenger door. Dr. Nicholson, or Dr. Müller as I needed to remember to call him, stepped aside, extending his hand in invitation towards the vehicle.
“It’s not necessary, sir,” I tried to say calmly.
“Miss Belle.” There was no patience left in his tone. Dr. Nicholson grabbed my backpack, practically snatching it from my grasp. “I must insist, I would be incredibly concern if something happened to you. Besides you are dating my son; it’s the proper thing to do.”
I froze.
“Ple
