Elise Don didn't want to sit, standing by the bed, purposely leaning close to Oliver Bloom, she pursed her lips and asked.
"Have you eaten yet?"
The tone, the expression, didn't seem like she was concerned whether Oliver Bloom had eaten, but rather she felt wronged, almost like she was on the verge of tears.
Oliver Bloom's lips curved upward as he lowered his head to look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You tell me, what's wrong! Have you counted how many days it's been?"
Elise Don's complaint was out of nowhere, but Oliver Bloom understood immediately.
Today was the third day; two days had passed since their last kiss—someone seemed to think time was moving too slowly.
Oliver Bloom sat down, pulling her between his legs with his right hand, switching to his left arm to hold her, making her sit on his thigh; once in his arms, Elise Don immediately became obedient.
