Eleanor's POV.

I walked down the stairs and into the living room of the cottage. Then I saw that a breakfast he had bought for me was on the dining table. Lawrence didn't seem to know my tastes, so he had brought a lot of breakfast with all kinds of dishes. Yet, I didn't have much of an appetite. This was ridiculous. Last night, he went crazy and hurt me. Then the next morning, he suddenly put on a gentlemanly look to care for me.

I sat down at the table and just poured myself a glass of water, it was confusing. At that moment, there was a familiar shout...