"Chatterbox, I swear to lord, if you don't answer me now…" He threatened with his  eyes slowly getting dilated and then he could hear a soft squelching sound from behind.

He turned around and there she was, who fell into the pit covered with ice. Her hair was covered with snow and face mixed with ice and water. She was asking his attention, hitting the ice covered soil with her elbow because her hands were tied up.

He released the air that he didn't know he was holding and scurried to her rescue before removing the cello tape covering her mouth and hands.

"How would I answer your call when you treat me like a prisoner and seal my lips and hands, you poker-face." She spat her words in fury at him.

"Do not call me that. You invited this to yourself. You keep on talking without a comma or full stop. I'm not ordained here to answer your questions.

Huch! There goes out a sneeze and anoth

Just then Merlyn walked in. His breath clogged in his throat and words reduced to come out. He placed her identity in her hand while asking almost in a whisper, in a tone only she could hear. "Are you Merlyn, Merlyn James, the daughter of Samuel and Rachel James?"

Merlyn peered at Stephen blankly. "Yes. But why does it make you so uncomfortable?"

Who was he fucking kidding, he was good at sorting out his emotions before everyone. He gave off the air of being totally at peace with himself. He presented a good poker face to the world. It's probably why the family business was so damn successful, he was the master of letting no one in. The English public school he was sent to, away from my family, had definitely helped with that. He had learnt the ‘stiff upper lip' that the rich instilled in their children from an early age, and his American/English accent always won over the American bus

"What happened?" He looked at her with the same furrowed brow and got out of the car. The cool air passed by making his soft hair swerve with the breeze. There was a pull in her to run her fingers there and comb his hair back in place.

He opened the door of the bonnet and she stood behind seeing what had happened. "Damn it!" He muttered as negativity and irritation occupied him.

"What happened?" Merlyn asked him again and he looked at her as if her head popped off. Zipping up his leather jacket he walked a few steps ahead to find out the road was blocked with glaciers and ice. And shortly there was going to be a snow storm.

She could decipher he wasn't going to tell her anything. The cool wind blew over her making her fingers frigid and with pain. She quickly got back into the car.

Leaving her again in the car he walked to the other side and ten minutes later came back."There is a ty

"Chatterbox, I swear to lord, if you don't answer me now…" He threatened with his  eyes slowly getting dilated and then he could hear a soft squelching sound from behind.

He turned around and there she was, who fell into the pit covered with ice. Her hair was covered with snow and face mixed with ice and water. She was asking his attention, hitting the ice covered soil with her elbow because her hands were tied up.

He released the air that he didn't know he was holding and scurried to her rescue before removing the cello tape covering her mouth and hands.

"How would I answer your call when you treat me like a prisoner and seal my lips and hands, you poker-face." She spat her words in fury at him.

"Do not call me that. You invited this to yourself. You keep on talking without a comma or full stop. I'm not ordained here to answer your questions.

Huch! There goes out a sneeze and another. The sneezing goes on for Merlyn.  "I fucking told you to sit in the car. At least you would have

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