Eleanor's POV

I lay in Lawrence's bedroom and fell into a deep sleep at his scent.

When the door was opened again, I saw Lawrence standing in the doorway. His hands carried breakfast, milk, bread, and some fruit or something.

His face showed signs of displease, but he still put the things on the bedroom table and tried to leave without saying anything.

I spoke up just in time, "Can we talk?"

I couldn't stand this anymore, and I knew that he would continue to keep me locked up if this problem wasn't resolved.

I gathered my courage, got up from the bed, and tried to approach him, "Lawrence, you...