SCARLET’S POV

I continued to stare at her. Now I don’t know what to say to her to make her understand that I don’t hate her but would rather prefer she stayed away from me.

I have explained to her severally, using all the available tactics at my disposal. I had acted friendly, hostile, cruel, and even helpless just to make her maintain her distance. But then she was determined to pester my life.

“Should I come in?” she requested.

Her disposition was just like a little child asking for the little piece of snacks that had been dragged away from her.

I am just returning from my short walk...