Dylan walked towards me even though I had asked him to get out, not particularly asked but...I told him to get out so that I could have my privacy. He turned a deaf ear to me and still walked towards me.
"Do your legs still hurt?" he stopped and asked
"Yes, but the pain has reduced" I answered him
"Let me help you out"
"NO!!"
"Why not? you can barely stand"
"I don't need your help"
"Scarlet Ferguson don't make things complicated"
"Get out!"
"Fine"
He walked out and I quickly finalized my bath session and got out of the bathroom. He also took a quick shower and we both went downstairs for breakfast. The maids served pancakes, omelettes, orange juice, apple pie, fruit salad and many more mouth watering dishes. We ate breakfast in silence, but I noticed an unusual behavior from Dylan. We wore a sad expression and looked hurt. My heart ached to see him like that, then I realized how mean I've been to him ever since we met. He gave me everything when I moved in with him but all I've done is to be mean to him....I felt really bad. But my pride is the only thing preventing me from confessing to him. I guess I.... really like him too. I mean, he's a nice guy. Mom was right, he cares about me. Maybe I should give him a real chance. Maybe....