That Night
"You really only do what you want, Dante" Mireille shook her head as she handed him a glass of water.
They were in the living room of his home since Dante had insisted on getting discharged and with his influence and affluence, he was discharged in no time.
"I don't like the hospital, Princess" Dante took the glass of water to his lips while Mireille stood by his side.
"Your doctor will be here tomorrow morning, right?" Mireille asked.
"He will be. I am not that nonchalant about my own life" Dante replied and held Mireille's hand, pulling her to sit beside him.
"I will be fine in no time and you don't have to worry way too much about me"
"I am not super worried about you" Mireille pouted and Dante smirked.
"You always say what you don't mean"
"We have just a mont
