About an hour had passed judging from where the sun's ray had been previously had changed. The rays had moved about fifteen metres to the right.
Ian was wondering how Angelica had continued to remain so stiff for the past hour. He was comfortable with the way he was seated. Clearly, she was not. He had thought that by now her back would be tired of sitting up straight but she remained as stern as ever.
He was really starting to see just how austere she was. He did not dislike it, but they seemed had that one thing in common. He was certain he would be annoyed if she was like all the other women who spoke continuously with no gauge on their mouths.
"You have been sitting so stiffly for an hour now, are you sure that you do not want to rest on my chest? It is very comfortable," He teased.
