Three days later…
KILLIAN
Celia was eating breakfast with me after a very long time. She rarely stepped out of her bedroom following her mother's death.
We decided to have breakfast in the garden, accompanied by the fresh morning breeze.
She was finally enjoying the food.
Resting my chin on my palm and my elbow touching the table, I was admiring her from eyes to chest.
The cold breeze inviting her long black hair to dance with them was fascinating to watch.
Everything about her was compelling, even when she gave a weird expression tasting the green juice.
A smile glinted on my lips.
“What's this?” Her eyes met mine.
“Bitter gourd is good for health.”
My words answered.
Did you order the maids to serve me this?”
Her brows furrowed.
I just smiled.
“You're annoying!” She mu
