Luisa looked at the clock and realized it was the ideal time for an early dinner. It was barely six in the evening, but she was pretty hungry after not eating anything since breakfast.
When she remembered how Alexander had cheerfully cooked her breakfast in her own kitchen, her mood slightly soured.
Not wanting to think about him any longer, she pushed the thoughts of him aside, but her anguished heart refused to easily let her off for what she did.
She felt a prickle of pain at the way he had treated her, coldly ignoring her the entire time he collected his things to leave. He did not even look back when he walked out of her apartment.
She bit her bottom lip and cast her eyes downward, knowing she was in the wrong for foolishly and stubbornly lashing out at him. Her silent apartme
