Genevieve:
"Look! I care about you," he murmured.
"You could have picked up my call. I haven't heard from you in a week," I complained, my voice breaking. These people have made me feel so weak that I couldn't even speak properly without displaying my emotions.
"Gen! I'm here now. And I'm admitting I was jealous and I wanted you to miss me. But I can tell you that those mates of yours never cared for you like I did. Heck! I'm desperate for your attention while they are hurting you left and right," he spoke, holding my hand, but I quickly freed myself from his touch.
"I need some time," as I said that, he stepped back in confusion.
"You want me to go away?" he inquired, and as I lifted my head to look at him, he added, "I'm not leaving. I'll sit outside your room and keep an eye on you
