MARCUS’ POV
Our walk down the stairs and all the way to the dining was a silent one, Eleanor resuming her silent treatment with full force.
She was obviously mad at me, her gestures making it clear as day. I, on the other hand was confused on what to do to make her stop being mad.
All I wanted to do was get her downstairs with me to have dinner. Knowing she decided to prove stubborn, I should have just tried to get her of the room politely and gently but instead I lost my temper.
Getting mad all over again and this time, at myself, we walked into the dining, both of us heading to our usual seats. My gaze was fixed on her as I sat, watching her every move.
Few seconds later, dinner was rolled in, our tables quickly getting filled. Just like me, there was almost no enthusiasm on her fac
