Brinda
Two days later, a gentle tap on my shoulder woke me up. I flipped my eyes open to see Bullet. The thought that filled up my mind was that she came around to add more problems to the fire that was burning between Francesco and I.
I lowered my gaze and firmly in her hands was a tray containing varieties of fruits, water and a plate of food.
My stomach grumbled at the sight of the food. I had barely eaten anything since I have been locked up in my room on Francesco's order.
I expected Bullet to drop the food or pour it on my body but she didn't. Instead, she sat on the bed and assisted me up.
“I brought this for you,” she announced. Her countenance, not the usual frowning one.
“Thank you.” I appreciated and started eating the fruits in a hurry, more like a glutton. Then I re
