Because I Love You
“I don’t know. You just seem angry with me for some reason I don’t understand.”
He was quiet for a while, before speaking, “You haven’t done anything to make me furious, Celine.”
“Then why are you always—”
“We are not talking about it or anything else.” He interrupted firmly.
Celine shut up her mouth, though it stung being cut off like that. He had the right to do so. They were in his car. He was, as a matter of fact, helping her at the moment. Celine had nothing to call her own now except the clothes on her body. No family, no friends. Nothing. She had only the words of this stranger, Williams Herringbone, to rely on. And for that, she was grateful despite his many annoying faults. So if he