Chapter 55 WHO IS THIS

• Amelia POV
• Looking down at my phone in my hand, with my fingers fluttering over the screen. I've sent tons of messages to her, calling her phone at the same time, but she was not picking my calls nor replied to any of my messages. I pressed my lips in a tight line, allowing the tears that had blurred my vision to roll down my cheeks voluntarily. “Please forgive me, Clare” My voice trembled, I lowered my head as more tears flooded my face hysterically. Knock! Knock! Knock! Hearing the knocking sound on the door, I slowly wiped my tears and raised my chin to the door. “Breakfast is ready Amelia, come downstairs” Uncle Samuel announced. I shook my head and shrank back on the bed, “I'm not hungry” I said aloud to his hearing. All that matters to me now is Clare's forgiveness, food is my minor dilemma. I don't even have any appetite.
• “What's the problem, Amelia? You've been acting different for some weeks now. Is it because granny will probably be asking for your hand in marriage soon?” Uncle Samuel quizzed, jiggling the doorknob. Listening to his inference, I just scoffed, It doesn't even matter to me anymore. Getting married or not, I don't care any more about it. All that matters to me now is how to earn Clare's forgiveness and how I'm going to deal with that humbug so bad. He's the real culprit behind all these. The more I thought about how I had kissed back that day, the more I despised myself. How could I have lost my senses? I clenched my fists, causing my long nails to cut into the flesh of my palm. Instantly, feeling the sharp pain made me come back to reality. “Open up now, Amelia” Uncle Samuel ordered, but I only stared blankly at the door, having no strength to get off the bed, let alone talk to him. Drawing a deep breath to calm myself down, I lay down on the bed and drew the quilt over my head.