Chapter 8

As Xavier gazed at her, she longed to know what went on in his head. He was at it again. He was trapping her with his gaze. She felt powerless as she gaped back into those green eyes that couldn't be unraveled. The way he stayed silent drove her insane. The situation soon changed from a usual quietness to an uneasy one. She looked down at the floor, her sight drawn away from his scorching glare.

“Meet me downstairs,” he instructed coldly, turning to leave, but he suddenly stopped “and also, next time you feel crazy, shut the door. Some actions are painful to watch,” he said with his back still turned against her. She bit her lips nervously waiting for him to leave, so she could bang her head against the wall or something to punish herself for her folly.

The time finally came, he left the room, and she abruptly grabbed a pillow that lay on the bed, screamed into it, taking her anger out on it. She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up. *So much for giving off a better impressi