"Put me down you twisted, rotting dummy sack!" Orva yelled while slamming her hands against his back.
"Hold still or you might hurt yourself." Sinclair warns carefully. He faced minor difficulties carrying Orva out of the spare room he'd left her the previous night due to her trying to wriggle out of his grip.
"No! I won't agree to this kind of treatment!." Orva snapped at him.
Sinclair scoffs clearly irritated by her wild acts, didn't Donald have another niece who was less crazy than Orva? It would have saved him the efforts of handling a sour-mouthed disrespectful girl. In truth, Sinclair had no sinister intention toward Orva, but her disturbing behavior may just change things.
"Darling, I haven't begun my treatment yet, don't get so excited." He says in a smug voice.
"Never call me that I am not yours!." She rebels.
