Chapter 68: The Rope Is Tied. The Rope Is Being Pulled

Agatha couldn’t hold out her frown. She looked at him and held her eyes at his handsome face yet so dark abyss features. Why does he look mad? Why does he even look a bit jealous? It’s as if it’s all maddening that he is withholding from her.

Last night she did her best to stay far away from him as possible. She ended up sleeping at the edge of the forest because she couldn’t stand to see him anymore and her sister. She’s been avoiding him everywhere. However, it’s as if everything she did was in vain. For she couldn’t seem to get away from him enough.

Memories of the last evening came twinkling into her mind. She remembered trying to lay down to rest. Snuggling herself into a tight ball, she lay herself to sleep. But every single time she got comfortable resting and nesting herself Austin’s scent came whiffling into her nose. She swore it was him. She was certain. It’s as if his smell was imprinted on her nose and the memories of him comes flooding into her. And just as her hunch