“What is this?” Isabella asked and Leo who was finishing his juice stopped midway.
The glass was still hanging in the air, and there was a frown on his face.
“What?” He asked with a frowned brow.
“You ate those mangoes knowing you are allergic to them?” Isabella asked in an irritated tone.
“So?” He asked challengingly.
“For you there, an innocent girl was getting scolded by your mom downstairs,” Isabella said, throwing his hand in the air.
“I have my reasons.” He shrugged his shoulder and Isabella was gaping with anger.
She couldn’t believe his audacity to say this word like he don’t care.
Of course, why he would care?
She wanted to argue but leave it hanging.
You can’t make sense to these people.
The room of Leo’s door opened, and Alicia walked inside.
“How are you feeling now
