Chapter 73
Elle's Point of view
The night was over, the sun peeked out again. I heard the crows of chickens and saw the bright outside. I opened my eyes as someone pulled back the curtain, and it hit my eyes and face.
My spirit woke up.
My eyes are still a little sore from crying, so I haven't awakened yet.
When I adjusted my eyes, I blinked and thoroughly opened them.
I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Logan was clutching his waist as he stared at me. I quickly creased my brow. He pulled his lips together as if he was offended and needed to say something.
I also messed up my hair to fix it. It's good, and I'm wrapped in a blanket because I'm not certain if I have any clothing, but even if I don't, I'm not paying attention anymore. It's pointless hiding my body because he's already seen everything in me.
“Your food is already on the bedside table, just tell me when you will take a bath,” he said, pulling something from his back. Even though I was perplexed, I merely scowled and watched his every action.
“Why do I have to tell you that? Go leave,” I said, rolling my eyes. He was testing my patience early in the morning.
I was about to get up when I heard the sound of the chain.
I straightened up.
The cold wrapped my feet, and I felt the constricting iron clutching them to keep me from going.
What he did astounded me. When I returned my gaze to him, he withdrew his gaze from me, my eyes are red and sharp. I didn't say anything, since he didn't want to look at me.
I had no idea he would shackle me, so I wouldn't be able to leave.
He strolled up to the door and opened it without looking at me.
“Logan!” I yelled, but he didn't look at me.
“Eat that, there is also a servant here to help you. You can't leave unless I returned. I know you won't leave me, but I must be prepare for everything. I don't wanna lose you again.” When he said that coldly, the door closed completely.
I was left stunned there and didn’t know what to think.
“Logan!” I shouted again, but he didn't seem to hear me anymore.
Is this some sort of joke? Is everything he's perceiving a comedy to him? Does it look like that I like what he does? Did he believe it was right to act away after he shackled me?
“HAA!” I can't believe the wind gust.
“What the hell?” I'm already talking to myself because I'm unable to comprehend what this person is doing.
I expected him to behave similarly to how he had previously treated me.
Explosively and heavily, I picked up the food that was on the side table because I wouldn’t summon him, no matter what happened.
He's tough, he's stupid! I will never call him even if the world collapses. I also have no clothes, how can I take a bath?
While chewing the food, my brain travels how I can get out of this room. Hell, for me, it is. Foot shackled?!
I've only had a few mouthfuls, but it appears that I've overstepped my foolishness since I banged the bowl of soup. It got all over the cover sheet and my legs, as well as the bed.
Because of what occurred, my body feels sticky.
Even though I don't want to call him, I summoned the servant.
“Please, call Logan. I'd like to talk to him.”
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