Not Possible

"He's the reason why you don't want me to stay back, right?" Connor asked, trying to hide his hurt but it was obvious in his tone anyway.

Myra glared at Adrian, who seemed oblivious to the emotional turmoil around him. He simply stood there, his expression blank, his eyes fixed on the ground.

If Myra had had her way, she would have slapped him across the face. But she knew that would only make things worse as Adrian would want to act like a spoiled kid after that.

"Con…" she wanted to speak but her words suddenly stuck on her throat with what Adrian did next.

Adrian turned his back to Myra, closing into her and then asked childishly, "Myra can you help me scratch my back? It's itchy."

Myra's jaw dropped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't be serious!" she exclaimed.

But Adrian simply stood there, his back still turned to her, his hand outstretched in a silent request for help. She was at a loss for words.