The air was dark and gloomy that felt as if inside Ian's bed room there was a shadowy ashy clouds above her head when the sky could only be seen from the window to the balcony outside his room.
On Ian's question, Elise asked herself why did it feel to her as if Master Ian was pushing her away? She found this often. At one time he would be close. Close enough for her breaths to grow heavy to take but then there was time when he showed his cruelty as if to ask her if she would still accept him for who he is.
Elise wasn't dumb. She was considerably smart with only her weakest point to be oblivious at Ian's emotions as the man had an unreadable expression with the smile that always played on his lips but she could decipher some of his intention that stirred him to action.
