"What do you mean?" Nicholas was alarmed as he stared at the young lady, who had a grin on her lips.
Abigail giggled as she took hold of a pillow and started tearing off the cover, which tore effortlessly as if she had done this act several times already. Actually, she had. As a kid, whenever she was angry, she would tear everything apart in her room, even including the bedsheets and pillows.
The nurse would have a heck of a day cleaning her room whenever that happened. At the end of the day, she would receive a two-hour lecture from the dean and the nurse together, forcing her to sit the entire time.
Of course, now that she was free, she could tear anything she wanted. Even though her habit of tearing things up had diminished a lot, she was still keen on fulfilling her desire that had been suppressed for years.
