Chapter 41

Harrison

It was uncomfortable having Serena around but it was also a good way to make sure Eleanor keeps to her end of the bargain. I hated how Eleanor felt or how she responded to Serena's presence. What the hell was I thinking? I wanted Serena, I always did.

Did she seem as cruel as everyone else does? I felt a little bit of regret when she ran to her room. She doesn't love me, I told her not to. It doesn't matter. She can't. I sank into the sofa and rested my head on my palm. I should visit the company. Having them both in the house wasn't comfortable enough for me.

"What is wrong darling? You look pale. Are you thinking about something? Perhaps the company?" I turned to Serena who was playing with a grand piano in the art room. I was on the donkey, trying to paint something out of the ordinary. She must have noticed me stopping.

"It's nothing you should care about." I was more of a secret artist. People barely see me with a brush. The tiny foot of her heels made a clasping no