Chapter 362
Julie's point of view
His large hand froze mid-stir for a fraction of a second, as if the question had struck a raw nerve inside him. However, he quickly recovered, never lifting his eyes from the bubbling pot. He let out a short, scoffing exhale from between his lips, answering with absolute detachment, "I don't know."
I curled my mouth in disgust and dissatisfaction at his vague response, returning to chopping the rest of the potatoes with a slight violence that made a sharp clatter against the board. "What the hell do you mean, you don't know? Are you an animal that just reacts without a conscious mind?"
He finally turned his head and neck toward me, locking his piercing eyes deep into mine with a heavy, stone-cold rigidity. He said with absolute finality, "Exactly what you just heard. No clear reason."
