Rory clenched her fists seeing the smirk on his face. She braced her heart for the truth.
"Why don't you come near me, little rose?" Lennon asked probably sensing the eagerness on her face.
"You call me the little rose and yet you hurt me. Why should I get anywhere near you?" She asked waving her hand in the sling.
"Aww..." Lennon cocked his head with a pitiful smile. "You're mad about that? Should I apologize?" As he spoke, his face gradually hardened. And with a hate-filled expression, he looked at her.
Rory did not say anything. She did not know what he expects. But he was still glaring at her.
"Oh, you want me to apologize for lying to you? Is that what you expect?" She asked. "It's just a few scratches. It'll heal...probably before they hang you," she smiled.
Lennon gritted his teeth, and she could see his clenched jaws as the table lamp made dangerous contours on his face. She met his eyes and didn't avert her eyes.
