“Adrian, what is wrong?” I asked as he pulled me aggressively up the stairs ignoring the workers' greeting.
I looked down the stairs to see the faces of the workers and saw that they were confused with the way he was pulling me aggressively with no expression on his face..
He pulled me straight into his room, locked me on the wall, his right hand placed on the wall as he deadly glared at me. “What is wrong, Adrian?”
“You didn’t stand up for yourself when they were speaking thrash about you. Are you that much of a coward.”
But I spoke for myself. I don’t know what he was talking about. “Before I got there, you looked dumb; listened to everything they said to you with your head bowed. I thought you were a woman who could fight for herself, not just listen because you are their daught
