Thalia Donovan
Cristiano didn’t stop caring for me. In fact, I think he cared so much that he somehow made it his entire life to do so. He was with me almost 24/7, asking how I was, if I was feeling okay, if anyone had talked bad about me.
Honestly, it was good to have him around, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that it was worrying. Most especially because of what happened and the underlying reason of why he was doing all this.
“Do you need anything, baby?” I turned around and Cris was there, standing by my door with a faint smile.
I don’t know when he got here. He said he had to do an errand and left this morning but now he was back and with a different shirt? I’m pretty sure he was wearing white a while ago, but it was now dark blue. Weird…
“No, I’m fine. When did you get ba
