He couldnât slack off at all.
A little relaxation might send the books on his legs and hands tumbling.
Amidst the grueling physical punishment, his only desire was for it to come to an end.
Beepâ¦
He heaved a deep breath and smiled sincerely.
The timerâs sound was unexpectedly melodious, surpassing all other tunes he had ever heard.
âThe timer is done, sir.
â
Nathan was signing a paper with a red ink pen.
âReturn the books,â he said casually.
âOkay.
â
Hearing that, Mekhi felt relieved that the torture had ended.
He was not in peak condition after years of lax training.
He carefully returned the books to their places.
Then he stood before Nathan, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.
âWait!â Nathanâs abrupt command halted him.
âDid I ask you to leave?â
Mekhi was stricken dumb.
It was not over yet?
Despite his seething anger, Mekhi reluctantly returned to stand before Nathan.
âWhat more can I do for you, sir?â
Nathan set aside his pen and leisurely poured Mekhi a glass of iced tea.
âNo rush.
Take a moment for some tea.
â
Mekhi eyed Nathan skeptically.
How could Nathan suddenly show him kindness, and even personally serve him tea?
Despite feeling a bit uneasy and surprised, Mekhi approached and accepted the tea.
After enduring intense physical punishment, he was exhausted and parched.