"I don't understand." Isabella Lindsey tried not to think about what he was trying to express.
"It's simple, I'll feed you."
Julian Johnsons pretended to feed her the remaining segments of the orange in his hand, but Isabella pushed him away, "You eat it yourself, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
"I'll join you."
Julian put down the orange, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and coldly followed her steps.
Just a second before she closed the door, he blocked the doorway, his voice booming, "Let me in."
Nella Crassus responded, poking her head out of her room, curiously saying, "Mr. Johnsons, are you staying here tonight?"
"Stay in your room and do not come out until tomorrow morning!"
Julian's commanding order was so overpowering and intimidating that Nella immediately closed her door, hiding under the covers, her heart pounding as she realized Mr. Johnsons had just gotten angry...
