NATALIA'S POV
Bending backward to protect me?
My fingers curled on my phone screen as I tried to process her words. I could smell different emotions swirling around her words, from pride to hurt but the most outstanding of all was the rage – the rage that tagged behind those fiery words of hers.
But my face remained calm as I seethed, “I perfectly understand your hatred towards me which I really don't give a f**k about but what exactly do you mean by Leandro bending backwards to protect me?”
She scoffed, “That's none of your business, all I want from you right now is to get your miserable ass up and get ready,” she snarled at me, arms crossed.
“I'll do that, but on one condition,” I spoke up after a minute of contemplation, “that no matter what happens at this so-call
