It was already dark when I woke up. I opened my eyes, and I saw a tall figure standing in front of methrough the dim lights in the pavilion.
Assuming that it was Hendrix, I buried my head back into the pillow wearily while complaining, "Hendrix, my waist is sore. The baby must be here for revenge, and it must be a boy. He's not gentle at all, just like you!"
After that, I closed my eyes to rest. My limbs were sore, and the baby wasn't making it easy for me too.
Seeing that Hendrix wasn't answering me, I continued, "At least help me to massage my legs. It's really sore and uncomfortable."
"Fine," the person responded and put his muscular hand on my leg.
Finally, I realized that the voice didn't belong to Hendrix. I opened my eyes abruptly.
What came into sight was the sculpted yet stone-cool face of Irvin. I was shocked and quickly pulled back my leg from his hand.
Still in shock, I opened my mouth to ask, "Mr. Granger, why are you here?" But as soon as I finished my sentence, I regretted it. I was in the Granger manor; of course Irvin would be here.
Irvin let my leg slide away from his hands. He calmly looked away from my leg and spoke in a very light voice, "Just taking a walk after dinner."
I nodded. I didn't have much to talk about with him to begin with, so I got up and prepared to leave.
On the contrary, Irvin found a seat and sat down. Somewhat leisurely, he asked, "Why are you avoiding me? Am I that scary?"
Bewildered, I shook my head and said, "No."
He nodded, raising his eyebrows, "I sent away Snowie. He didn't mean to scare you."
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