Third POV

Eleanor refuses to move, she's annoyed at what he just said. He waits for a few seconds, then impatiently reaches out and grabs her directly.

"My time is precious, I have none to waste. He forcibly pulls her few inches to his body, places her right hand on his chest while he grips her on the waist. Even through the clothes, he can clearly feel the tight waistline under his hands. He then raises his head slightly and looks over the top of her head.

"I think I can learn by myself." Eleanor interjects.

"No, you can't!" Her sneers. "If it wasn't for Miss Eleanor who doesn't know...