Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He looked confused while asking himself the question. I was getting a little piece even though I didn't want you to show too much because we are out on a friendly day, so I shouldn't be bothered about him worrying about another woman, but what I wouldn't accept is if he keeps asking me questions about her when you can easily get his answers from me directly.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

“People who pretend to know everything.” “I definitely won’t have that problem.” “And applicants who ask too many questions.” “Do I ask too many questions?” “Well, asking questions is better than asking none. So I guess I also hate people who don’t ask questions.” I eyed him. “Now, I’m confused.” Gary made a gesture with his fingers. “If you want me to go any further, I expect consulting fees.” “I can pay you with microwaved pancakes.” “I’ll decline.” “They’re pretty good.”

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

I don’t know what he means “Yeah, you know” he looks a little awkward now. “they are going to ask bitchy and stupid questions to try and get you to respond in anger or without thinking, most likely about Leo or the asylum. Maybe just straight up make shit up like ask you if you know Leo is getting married now or something” My head whips up to look him in the eye so fast at that last part I almost give myself whiplash. “Sorry? He’s what?”

“Do you trust me?” I froze. The question seemed simple, almost casual, but it carried something dangerous. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s confusing. Everything with you is.” He leaned closer slightly, the smirk gone, replaced with something harder to read. “Good,” he said. “Confusion keeps things… interesting. It makes you pay attention.” I tried to imagine what he was trying to pull, and why the hell he was asking me questions about my emotions.

I called him. "Yeah?" He said, turning towards me. "I wanted to say something actually." I said. "To me? What do you want to ask?" He asked. "Don't misunderstand me. But need to say this. What's going with you?" I queried. "What's going with me? What do you mean?" He blinked a few times in confusion. I creased my brows, trying to observe his facial expression if he was really confused or was feigning it. "Don't you understand?"

It was going to be really crazy if I could get it done that way. "Are you sure that there's nothing wrong with you right now? I feel like there's a problem but I just don't know what exactly. It's very confusing that I have to start guessing what the problem might be." I replied. "Everyone is talking about how I can help you but I keep asking them how yet they come up with nothing. It's crazy if you ask me." I replied and he stared at me intensely.

Everytime I try to find answers to my question I end up getting more and more questions in my mind. _____________________________________________