The cool feeling on the wound that had brought comfort seemed to pierce through, a chilling sensation swirling in his chest. Sitting there, he thought indifferently, she dislikes me.
She's disliked me from the very beginning.
From the moment I opened my eyes, she didn't like me.
It seemed he only just remembered that yesterday, when he supported her and she turned to look at him, there was no joy in her eyes. Her gaze was complex, but it certainly wasn't expectant.
He was not the person she had hoped would awaken.
For a moment, he almost wanted to vent his anger on the pre-amnesia version of himself—he liked her so much, what on earth had he done to cause it so he couldn't even get close to her?!
Aldana Candi didn't notice the convoluted thoughts in Philip Shaw's mind. After setting a few ground rules with him, she lowered her head to prepare most of the mushrooms Philip Shaw had picked.
