Chapter 41

As Annabel pondered the peculiar encounter with Andrew, the atmosphere in the room remained charged with a subtle tension. She retrieved the first aid kit and began addressing her wound.

In the solitude of his room, Andrew found himself engulfed in contemplation. The vivid memory of Annabel seated on his lap lingered, creating a symphony of emotions that resonated within him.

Pressing against his chest, Andrew grappled with an unfamiliar rush of feelings. He questioned the source of these emotions, bewildered by the intensity that surged whenever Annabel occupied his thoughts.

A reflexive movement led Andrew to his counter, where a jug of water awaited. Pouring himself a glass, he hastily consumed its contents, hoping to quell the swirling thoughts. Yet, the mental reel persisted, projecting images of Annabel that danced before his mind's eye.

Frustration etched across his face, Andrew ran his hand over his features, groaning audibly. "I must be going crazy," he admitted wit