Chapter Thirty Three

The entire week went so slowly and extremely silent between Stacy and Carlton, and even the lifeless objects in the mansion could bear witness to the amplifying isolation amidst them.

She had rejected him mercilessly and slapped words against his face, on top of being so angry with him even if she tried not to show it. However, she was still excellent at her job and didn't allow their personal feelings to get in the way of her job.

Not Carlton though. He had it the hardest because he was bitter about how everything played between them, and his entire performance for the week was worse than ever.

He tried hard to act fine and tough while he took his sessions with her, but he found it hard to cope with it subsequently, as mental fatigue grilled him each day. The weight of sadness pressed upon his chest, and suffocated a part of him every single moment he thought of how everything was.

'He truly wished he could turn back the hands of time.'

Standing in front of his house on the Monday