Kenneth, who had suppressed his anger towards his birthmother and was slowly rekindling his desire to know more about her, was now hesitant of his action when Scarlett jumped as though she hated his touch.
'Does she hate me so much that she doesn't even want me to touch her?' he couldn't help but entertain that thought.
Scarlett didn't mean to act that indignantly towards her son, whom she had waited for decades to meet. And when she saw Kenneth slowly retreating his hand away from her, Scarlett immediately held out both of her hands and grabbed a hold of her son's relatively cold palm.
Kenneth looked at her swollen face, wondering what she was thinking and what she wanted.
