"Why are you suddenly evicting me from your home?" Arthur inquired, his brow furrowed slightly.

What does Arthur think of me?

I'm not Santa, who always has a smile on his face. I'm Cornelia, and I don't take crap from anyone.

"You are stupid, and you aren't even aware of it!" My brows arched slightly as I questioned Arthur.

"Ouch. Your words have harmed me." Arthur stated as he placed his hands on his chest, pretending to be in pain.

I scuffed in annoyance. "Are you hurt to the extent that you don't want to leave my house?" I inquired, my voice irritated.

"Why are you upset?" Arthur asks, and...