He drove the caretaker out, Christopher then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Only in sleep could he stop thinking about how heartless and ruthless that woman truly was, only then could he keep his anger at bay.
At this moment, he somewhat believed his mother's words—that woman must have cast a spell on him, fed him a potion of infatuation.
Otherwise, how could he, despite being tormented this way, still remain hopelessly unable to forget her, and even show signs of deepening "poisoning."
Enough, he didn't want to think about her anymore, his body was his own.
However, no matter how much he tried to hypnotize himself, he couldn't get her out of his mind, the more he forced himself, the clearer and angrier he became.
What was so wrong with him?
Even if he had made mistakes in the past, as Benny Palmer had said, in the few months since that woman had returned, he had repeatedly humbled himself trying to compensate and win her back.