Don't Try To Run Away

After breakfast, Amelia quietly scrubbed the dishes in the kitchen. Her mind was still uneasy with countless thoughts popping up one by one. She furrowed her brows, perplexed.

Adjusting to an unfamiliar new household was tougher than she had expected.

‘Mr. Cassius’s hand seemed much colder when I touched it. Come to think of it, this place has an unusually cold temperature,’ she thought.

Amelia glanced around the kitchen. It didn’t seem like it had been used much.

‘Do they even cook their meals here? The kitchen furnishings look pretty new. Maybe they have a habit of skipping meals. That’s why…’ Her hands paused the scrubbing for a while.

Suddenly, memories of the moment when she stepped inside Aziel’s room and how he pinned her down flashed through her mind.

‘His room was colder…But as far as I remember, when he grabbed my wrists, his touch didn’t feel freezing. It was warm. Was it because he got excited about finding a woman in his chamber?’