Chapter 101 Behind Us

• I didn't need to inquire about his query because it resonated deeply within me. It was the same issue that had kept me awake through the night, mulling over its complexities. Swiftly, I seized the notebook from beneath his grasp, relocating it to the arm of my chair. My hand moved with urgency as I scrawled a response, eliciting a disapproving glare from him.
• "Patience, Denver. We'll discuss it after class," I asserted, hoping to quell his impatience.
• But he wasn't having it. With a furrowed brow, he seized the notebook back, his pen slashing across the page. "Why must we wait?" he demanded, his frustration palpable in his hastily scrawled words.