A Relentless Pursuit for Love novel Chapter 631

Chapter 631

Sage raised his head in surprise, “Hey Tim, you know to say ‘nature’. Your language has improved.” Tim stopped talking. His lips pursed tightly into a line, and his azure blue eyes were fixated at Sage. As his stare deepened, Sage fell a chill down her spine. She lowered her head silently, not daring to joke around any longer. The atmosphere went silent all the way. Too silent. Even until they returned to the Meadow Castle, Tim remained indifferent of Sage. He got out of the car by himself. Sage also got out of the car in silence. She walked behind Tim with her head hanging low. The maids saw her returning to the castle and wanted to say hello to her, but they were stopped by her eyes and gestures. They went away in good spirits but were sent back in disappointment. The maids were clueless of what had happened. Judging by Mr. Shelby’s face, they dared not ask any more questions. They stepped back silently and worried about the young lady in secret. Could it be that the lady got into trouble outside? 

After going upstairs, Sage wanted to turn towards her own room with her head still hanging low, but Tim said without looking back, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, “Come to my study.” 

Sage silently closed her eyes and bit her lips. She turned around and followed him. As soon as they entered the study, Tim took off his suit jacket and laid down the calligraphy set in front of Sage. 

He pressed Sage’s shoulder and made her sit down on the chair. He said, “Write it.” “Huh?” 

Sage did not know what did he mean, “Write what?” Tim lit a cigarette. The chilly smoke lingered in front of his indifferent face, accompanied by his slightly lower voice, “Self-critique.” Sage went speechless as soon as she heard “self-critique”. Her brain started throbbing with pain. 

“Tim,” she called out weakly. “Didn’t you say that I don’t need to write it any longer?” “I realized that I was being too kind to you.” 

Tim’s unfazed gaze was fixed on her, and his tone showed no sign of sympathy at all, “If you don’t write it, you won’t remember your mistake. And you’ll repeat your own mistake.” “Tim…” Sage’s pleading voice came again. Time was very adamant, “A self-critique of three thousand words. If you protest one more word, I will increase it to another one thousand.”