Lionel's hand froze mid-air. "Margie... believe me, I just... just..."
"You know what I want to hear isn't excuses, but your denial! How can you trample on my feelings over and over again?"
His body swayed slightly. "Margie... I didn't trample on them. I enjoy being with you!"
Remembering the blood tears he shed on my face that day, I couldn't help but feel that he truly did like me. Staring blankly at his cold, pale hand, I pulled up my skirt and stood up on my own to avoid further hurt. Tilting my head up politely, I said, "Baron, perhaps you should wait until I'm mentally prepared before you start liking me again!"
He clenched his fists, forcefully suppressing his anger, and let out a guttural, animalistic growl before abruptly turning to Barnett. "Are you satisfied now? Completely satisfied? You took my mother, Sibyl, and Alma from me, and now you're taking another one! You just can't stand to see me happy, can you?!"
