Neville was reminded that he didn't have work for these seven days. Therefore, saying that he had work was just asking for a beating.
But it made him curious, how many days has it been, really? How many of those days had already passed? How many more did he have to survive?
The silence that followed was deafening.
Neville stood frozen in the middle of the room, completely out of excuses. All of them were dismantled easily. But his escape route was not too far away. He couldn't get away since someone in front of him showed no intention of letting him leave.
Grayson's expression changed. The playful amusement faded on his face, and was replaced by something that looked almost like... he's hurt?
His brows drew together slightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He resembled that of an abandoned puppy. A six-foot-three, extremely handsome and muscular, definitely dangerous abandoned puppy.
But an abandoned puppy nonetheless.
Neville felt his resolve crumbling.
