54| His nightmares are Real

Orla's POV

"That night, I saw the mark that you hide all the time by wearing your collared tops and high-neck sweaters"

My hand came to a halt as he said that.

"Not only did I see the mark on your neck, but I also saw one just above your heart," he gulped the food, "it clearly shows that someone intended to kill you, and the marks are so deep I don't think anyone, even me could stay alive after getting so deep cuts"

While I remained silent, he set the fork and knife aside and wiped his lips with the tissue paper.

"It's not like that," I said as I stood up, "we will continue the studies tomorrow, I am tired now," I said as I closed the books.

I was about to turn around to hide myself in the blanket when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down, forcing me to sit on the chair.

"I have answered all of your questions," he said, looking at the books and pointing to the mathematics calculations he had just told me, "and now I want you to answer all of mine."

He sounded more serious this ti