Drevon's madness didn't end there. Gifts followed with every meal that came into my bedchambers. The tulips too. The tulips!
My frustration knew no bounds because this wasn't just chivalry; he was trying to make a statement.
What exactly? Maybe I'll find out when I meet him.
I huffed. Was that his plan then? I walked out on him a few days ago, so he was possibly trying to lure me back. Maybe he knew how much his surplus gift would get under my skin. I hate to admit that it was working.
I took a hard bite from the carrot while biding my next move. This will surely go on if I don't do something, but I don't want to see him. I shivered at the image of me waking up in the same bed with him.
That moment still torments me. Everything torments me. Even my dreams become nightmares of it. The embarrassing words I said to him made me coil in humiliation, and I shuddered occasionally as I recalled every detail.
I placed my forehead on the table. This just keeps getting worse!
