Cynthia's POV
Mr. Madison gazed at me intensely. He was an ambitious man, I should say that the Madison family were perhaps all like that. When you are stared by them, it's like being watched by a snake.
I could not panic, if I was so scared that I begged for mercy, as if I really had something to do with Arther, but in fact it was not, and rather, I made a deal with him. Arther must have done this in order to embarrass and punish me, it was my choice to go out with him, what excuse could I have?
For a few short seconds, the thoughts in my head kept turning, and finally I reluctantly admitted that I couldn't find a good reason.
"Yes, I'm sorry." I said softly, not knowing what else to say other than these words.
The next moment, he suddenly stood up from his spot and clutched my hair!
