The woman did not care about his frozen stature as she pulled him away and took him to a table nearby and made him sit in a chair. She immediately left him and went to a nearby water dispenser to get a glass of water and brought it to him.
She extended her hand as she simply ordered, "Here drink some water and relax for a bit."
Horace was dumbfounded by her actions and words. How could a person order while saying to relax. She is even ordering him around however she wants while dragging him around. But then again she is giving him some water to drink and telling him to relax. Not a single of her actions and words were matched with each other.
Even her tone and words do not match. This woman is really proud to show some concern to a man but still does so by her small actions.
Though he did not understand the reason for her sudden concern, he felt a little thankful in his heart.
Seeing that he is still sitting there in a daze and not taking the glass from her hand, she felt more concerned as she asked, "What happened? Does your hand hurt? Should I help you in drinking?"
Horace was startled by her words. His face suddenly went red as he immediately grabbed the glass from her hand and gulped the water down as he was scared that this forceful woman would really feed him water if he did not take the glass from her immediately.
'How could this woman speak such words so blatantly?' He felt that she was being shameful by speaking such words as his face went dark red from embarrassment.
As he gulped down the water in a hurry, he choked and started coughing violently. When the woman saw his face being red, she did not know what happened but once he started coughing she immediately thought that his face went red because of this.
She took the glass from his hand and placed it on the table while patting his back. Her 'intimate' touch made Horace feel more flustered that he coughed more violently than before.
The woman kept on patting and at last he stopped coughing and bent his torso away from her and used his elbow to remove her hand from his back as he uttered, "Thank you. I am fine now."
Once she heard his words, she felt relieved and went forward to sit on the chair opposite him. As soon as she planted herself on the chair she gave an exhausted sigh. She had never felt such an emotional roller-coaster before.
First she was angry and disgusted at him and then she was speechless at him and then she was guilty for him and then she felt pity for him. Now even she felt scared when he simply coughed after choking on some damn glass of water just because she thought it may affect his health.
Once everything was done, she really felt exhausted mentally. Looking at her sprawled position in a chair, Horace was speechless.
But before he could speak, his head started hurting. He immediately understood what it was about. He got another 'call' from his potential 'love'.
Though he thought of ignoring it, the headache increased with every passing second. So he knew that he could not ignore this 'call'.
This is the first time such an urgent 'call' came for him. This has never happened before. He thus looked at the woman in front of him and said, "You sit here and enjoy your time. I will leave now."
He immediately stood up from his chair and proceeded to walk away from her and went towards the stairs.
She stood up instantly and was about to shout at him to walk slowly and rest but then she luckily recalled that she was still in the library and she should not shout in the way she wanted.
Hence she dropped her head and sat back in her place while watching him climbing the stairs while holding his head. She thought that he felt sick and maybe he placed his medicines on the top floor. That could be the reason for him being in a hurry.
'Maybe he needs his medicines fast. Tsk. Poor soul. He even held his head while walking. I wonder how pain he felt.' She pitied Horace and scrunched her eyebrows in distress.
She then took the thin book she first took and opened it to look at it.
On the other hand, Horace had sweat pouring his forehead as his head started aching more. He does not want to move more but his legs took him away as a force pulled him towards the direction he was always brought to.
He once again stood in front of the book that started glowing in it's regular blue color. His hand went forward and grabbed it.
Is he going to be accepted this time or once again going to be rejected?