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Chapter 39
The smell of fresh bread and coffee reached her nose as they walked back into the mansion
Her stomach growled, making her realize just how hungry she was, especially as she had barely eaten at the wedding the previous day.
Alejandio, who had gone ahead, was already seated at the head of the table, casually scrolling through his phone with a steaming mug in one hand.
His face was unreadable, too composed. Not even a flicker of guilt. “Sit. You must be hungry,” he said without looking up from his phone.
She didn’t move,
and this caused him to arch a brow
“You should get that checked out,” she pointed to his bruised lips. From the looks of things, her father’s punch wasn’t weak
“Sit!” He ordered once again.
Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms instead of obeying “You can’t keep doing this
“Doing what?” he asked, setting down his phone and giving her his undivided attention.
“Controlling me.”
Alejandro exhaled slowly, as though she were testing his patience. “Are wean this again? I’m the devil; you’re my prey. Get over it and, for the last time,
A sharp silence stretched between them before she finally walked over and sat, if only to defy him by doing it on her own terms.
The plate was warm, the food freshly made. She hated how her stomach growled.
“I don’t want your food.”
“And yet here you are, eating it.”
“I’m not yours,” she hissed, picking up har fork regardless.
“No,” he said slowly. “But you’re here. With me.”
There was something unspoken, and it unsettled her.
“By the way, did they use to feed you back when you were home, Nivera, or did you have to beg?” He asked out of the blue, immediately riling Nivers up.
-Go to hell”
Alejandro’s lips curved slightly, but it wasn’t amusement–it was a darker, quieter thing. “You first, sweetheart.”
She would have walked away if she weren’t starving
They ate in silence for a few moments, the clink of cutlery. While Alejandro went back to his phone, she was left focusing on her plate.
However, that didn’t stop her from stealing glanced at him, and of course, he caught it,
“You and the bride are the talk of the town,” he informed her.
“Huh?” She mumbled.
“You’re trending.”
Of course that was expected, and she already knew what they were saying about her. That had to be why her father had come.
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Chapter 39
It’s bad, right? She muttered under her breath,
“What do you think?” Alejandro shrugged nonchalantly as he didn’t care.
“Are you at least going to try to stop them?” Nivera cried out.
“No, not really, I’d try if I actually cared,” he smiled, after which he returned to his phone.
She didn’t. Couldn’t. The tension between them was like a wire pulled tight–too thin to hold, too sharp to ignore.
“Hmmm, you leaked beautiful yesterday,” he hummed, and when she looked down at his phone, she noticed he was looking at a photo that someone at the party must have taken.
Even now, even after all he’d done, her body responded to his words, to the charm he carried like armour. And that made her hate herself a little.
“I want to leat She blurted it out.
He leaned back in his chair, quietly observing her, “You want to leave?”
“I’m guessing it’s not just the house,” he said. “You want to disappear. Start over, Run.”
Her throat opened, but no words came.
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