Richelle Dunn returned to her bedroom without turning on the light, and threw herself onto the bed in a sprawling "big" character position in the darkness.
She had lost her cool today, for sure.
The previous time she lost her cool was during an elevator incident, which was somewhat forgivable given the situation.
But her earlier outburst downstairs was rather inexcusable.
Roy Lewis's words were indeed for her own good.
Yet, she repaid his kindness with hostility in a most horrendous way.
Looking at it this way, she was an unabashed jerk too.
Richelle felt a pang of guilt. She took out her phone, contemplating whether to send Roy an apology.
But after a few tries, she finally abandoned the idea.
Originally, she didn't want to be too entangled with him. Being ungrateful or playing the villain was fine—as long as they restore some distance between them.
