I watched Blake until he left the room.

I just couldn't make sense of him.

Lost in thought, I stroked the spot on my hand where I had scalded myself in shock and which still burned a little.

Then I sat back down at the window with my cup and held it with both hands like a lifeline. The warmth that emanated from it gave me comfort.

Our conversation just now was somehow strange.

On the one hand, he had been quite rude, but then he suddenly offered his help.

He apologized sincerely and sincerely, only to immediately become derogatory again.

And last but not least, he called me beautiful...