Promises

When Percival goes to work, Mr. Brooks hangs out at home and chats with Eulalia, spending way more time with her than Percival does. Being a jealous guy, Percival couldn’t handle it and quickly arranged a house not too far away for Mr. Brooks to move into.

Eulalia couldn’t help but laugh, “So you just shoo people away? Who’s gonna be my therapist now?”

“I think you can do without it.”

Still so selfish and bossy, Eulalia retorted, “You think? Last week you thought I needed therapy, and now you think I don’t? Whose body is it anyway?”

They almost got into a big argument over this little thing, but Mr. Brooks calmed them down and told Eulalia she didn’t need therapy for now. His two weeks at the villa had mostly been just hanging out and chatting, except for that one time he hypnotized Eulalia.

Eulalia finally made a friend close to her age and could chat away with him, a rare chance to kill some boredom, but Percival was the jealous type who just had to kill the vibe.

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