Raviora's Point of ViewI didn’t look at him. I continued fixing my clothes and other curtains while he’s just beside me. “I’ll go to the beach house later. Come with me,” he said, using his usual voice. My position remained the same. My mouth didn’t open. Well, I chose not to. He was just right there, standing and waiting for my response. He tilted his head cockily at what my peripheral vision saw. The anger is still inside, consuming me simultaneously. “Why are you still here?” One second when I lifted the basket. His eyebrow shut up. “I’m talking to you.” “Well, you see, I’m busy, boss.” I sarcastically said, emphasizing the word boss. When I turned around, my eyes automatically rolled in the air. I heard him sigh, “Cassandra.” He said, his tone became low. “Drop what you’re doing and talk to me first.” My body didn’t respond to what he said. Just like what I said, my anger is consuming me. I would rather not see or talk to him as of the moment. His presence makes my bloo
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