After a messy night, Elinor woke up, her body ached. "Ouch!" She moaned. Victor was woken up by her cry. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
She was still in a trance. Seeing him beside herself, she was unbelievable.
Holy craps! What did they do last night?
She took a deep breath and then murmured, "You're still here."
He got up, the quilt falling from him. He put on the clothes and got out of bed, without affection in his cold eyes. His slender figure cast a tall shadow beside him. Elinor stared.
"You wanna my responsibility?" He sneered, as if what happened last night was meaningless for him.
He wouldn't take it serious.
But when facing such attitude, she still felt upset. Clenching the quilt, she pretended to be calm. "I should thank you. Without your discerning my condition last night, I would be doomed."
"I don't care." He bent over, with chill in his face. He pinched her chin, like treating a tool. "Now that you know yourself clearly, don't hang up with other men."
He meant that she was taken away by Rutledge last night.
They were so intimate last night. But now, his attitude made her desperate.
She was foolish, she thought.
She mocked herself. Out of expect, she didn't refute, but talked along with Victor's words.
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