Chapter Eighty Two: A Close Call

Nora drummed her fingers on the steering wheel while she waited for Canaan's arrival to work. She peeped through the tinted window of her car, wondering when he would arrive. "What's taking him so long?" She muttered, becoming impatient. It was nearing a month now that he had refused to see her or let her into his house. It was funny how charms worked. When Canaan was still under her spells, he doted on her like a loyal dog. He could lick her feet if she asked him to. He couldn't live a day without missing her. He always called her first. She was almost fooled into thinking that that was his actual self. She had been with Canaan for several years now, yet he had no feeling for her. Not even an ounce of affection. It burned. How could he not love her? They had shared so many rosy moments together. Although, he had struggled with keeping up with her sexual libido, they shared few romantic moments. He looked happy with her. He enjoyed her company. Perhaps, he did not. Nora