Chapter One Hundred and Five

Chapter One Hundred and Five

Annabelle pov

I sauntered into Henry's parlor. I had had long days and I was so tired to be bugged by more things. I threw myself on the sofa and sighed heavily.

Henry walked in after me and stood by a wall, gazing at me from the side. ”Annabelle, let's go inside so you can rest better.”

I heard him but I didn't want to be disturbed and I was already comfortable with where I sat so I did not respond.

He stood silently for a while before walking over to me, “Get up, let's go.” He pulled my hand up and I was forced to follow him.

“Why have you become so silent all of a sudden? Are you angry that I asked you those questions?”

We got to the room and I just walked past him, pretending I didn't hear all that he said.

“Annabelle! Why aren't you answering?” He held my hand and held me to a wall.

“Look, Henry. I'm tired. I don't want to argue or talk about anything. I just want to rest.” I was exhausted. Henry must have figured out that I was exhausted because