ELLA.
"I'm so sorry, Micheal," I said calmly, feeling slightly embarrassed by everything that had just happened. "Please do not take whatever she said to heart."
"I actually don't mind, Ella," Micheal replied calmly, a gentle smile resting on his face. "Actually, I am pleased I can help," he added.
I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand him, but as usual, I couldn't.
I actually didn't understand Micheal sometimes.
No matter how hard I tried, there were moments when his reactions completely confused me. Most people would have been offended by Bella's words or at least felt uncomfortable, but Micheal seemed completely unaffected. If anything, he looked genuinely happy to be of assistance.
His calmness made it difficult for me to know what was truly going on in his mind.
But despite my confusion, there was something else that continued to bother me.
A question that had been lingering at the back of my mind refused to go away.
