“What do you want to do? Take the medicine I bought for you. Don't be shy, I bought it for you.” He said to me as he supported me back to the chair.
“But why?” I can't help but question him.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked me again.
“I mean we don't know each other, but you buy me medicine. What do you want from me?" I asked the man in a low voice. I saw him change his expression and I wonder if I said something bad. I averted my gaze and heard him sighed.
“Is there a problem with what I said?” I asked when he was suddenly silent. Suddenly everything became awkward and he was still holding me.
“My name is Asher Nicholas Wiley,” he said.
“What?” I asked, why tell me that out of nowhere?
“I said my name is Asher Nicolas Willey,” he repeated.
“Why are you suddenly introducing y
