Chapter Twelve
The dinner started terrible but Christel still found herself with a full stomach. She thought after what had happened with Yvann, they’re going to send her back to his room and serve her dinner upstairs instead, but Yvann did his best to calm himself then asked the servants to finally prepare the table.
She put the fork on her empty plate before she looked at Yvann who was busy playing with his food, his chin was resting on his clutched fist. “Can I get Whiskey instead?”
Yvann lifted his gaze to meet hers before he slightly shook his head. “No.”
Her lips pouted a little and her arms crossed as she c****d a brow at him. “Why not? You’ve got Whiskey.”
He impatiently sighed before he slouched on his seat. “I’ll feed on you after this. I don’t want anything to mix with your
