Jennie Wilson POV

I glared at him silently and sat on the sofa, mad at him. The time skipped, he was doing some laptop work and here I was watching TV, wrapping some woolen muffler and sweater on.

I once burst out laughing loudly while watching a TV show and I felt his glare on me.

Who told him sit on the hall with me and do his university work.

Wherever I walked or moved I could feel his presence or his gaze on me like I was under his surveillance.

He just wanted me sit idly doing nothing and sleep but I just ignored him doing I wanted to...