Olivia's POV:
I knew that talking back at this moment wouldn't be wise, so it was better to keep quiet and let him yell.
He glared at me and didn't say anything more before going upstairs. Why isn't he scolding me? If he doesn't scold me, then my mind won't be at ease.
"Mr. Bennett, I followed him upstairs to his bedroom. "I am sorry," I apologized. He took off his tie before picking up his towel.
"We both know you are not sorry," he said, and I shook my head in denial. I was honestly sorry for disobeying him.
"I am," I said, and he sneered.
"That's the problem; you don't take anything seriously. So many things could have happened to you out there; do you for once ever think about your safety?" He scolded me, and tears formed in my eyes.
It was painful to hear him scold me, even though that's what I wanted. "I am sorry," I said again, and he had a frustrated look.
