I scoffed internally in annoyance at his behaviour. I found his gentleness and concern for my injuries infuriating because it contradicted the fact that he was keeping me against my will. If you cared for me, you would let me go.
As I worked, I noticed Keith would occasionally glance at me from his desk. At first, I thought he was nervous about me possibly trying to run away, which I was thinking about. However, when I met his gaze, an expression I couldn't quite read was on his face.
I worked for about two hours with him before he had to go for a meeting; he still had a schedule to follow after all.
"I'll be back soon," he told me as he stood up from his desk and left his office.
Upon the office door closing behind him my eyes went immediately to the desktop at his desk. How I wished I could rush to it and try to contact Louis by sending him an email or something. I wanted to know how he was doing so badly.
