I flinched. I just felt free for a few hours and now, this pressing feeling is here again, trying to squeeze my world. How will I respond to him, knowing that he is here? I thought I'd already escaped from his grasp earlier. What will I do?
“Are you angry with me?” William asked again.
I swallowed hard before turning around to face him. With all the best I could, I tried to appear fine and unperturbed. I stared straight at his eyes.
“Why should I be angry with you, Sir William?” I said, trying to be as cold as possible. “There is no reason for me to feel that.”
That answer must have caught him off guard. I can see him swallowing so hard. I cannot read his facial expression though. This is one trait that he has compared to other males I know – one with an unreadable expression. I can
