“Good morning, Master,” Nora said, sitting a plate of pasta in front of Neron.
But the frown on his face didn't fade as he stared at her and said, “Get Bella.”
A look of hesitation crossed Nora’s face. Then she stared at the tiles and mumbled, “She's not planning on having breakfast with you. That's what she said when I stopped by her door earlier.”
Without uttering another word, Neron stood to his feet and walked out of the living room, heading straight for Bella's bedroom.
When he got to the door, he didn't knock but stormed inside. Then he stopped, stared at the bed, and said, “Come downstairs,”
“I'm not hungry,” Bella mumbled, hugging the pillow a bit tighter.
Like a caged animal, she laid still, paralyzed by the tragic feeling of depression.
“That's not why I need you downstai
