"Margie, there's no need to hold back. If you like me, you can say it openly. And... you do like me, don't you? Why bother with Lionel? He has Monica, and he doesn't even remember you anymore—he's decided to marry her!"
How could I forget his supernaturally adept mind-reading?
"I'm sorry, but Lionel means nothing to me. And as for you, I only see you as a father figure. You know very well that I'm your adopted daughter, not your lover. And you know it well just by reading my mind. Don't deceit yourself anymore." I forced out the words through gritted teeth, my anger barely contained.
Enough talk. I should just get out of this bed. Staying here any longer would only lead to disaster. Beds are nothing but trouble!
After slipping on my shoes, I sighed and turned to him. "Are you just going to stand there, planning to carry me downstairs?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
