Chapter 42 Keith

• "Remain seated," I commanded when Matthew made a move to stand up willingly, allowing Winifred to take her seat. The thought of him standing up for Winifred, even if it wasn't next to me, was inconceivable.
• Matthew glanced at me, his hazel eyes locked onto mine, unyielding. For the past minutes that he refused the drink I offered to him, I hadn't spare him a look as I had feigned anger but I wouldn't ignore him giving up his seat for Winifred.
• "Find another place to sit," I instructed Winifred, who remained in her petulant frown, while Matthew settled on his seat, he hardly made any sound even with his breath.