Isle’s fuming mad. She’s been miserable for a couple of hours because she believed that she had seen a devil, but he’s been pranking her all along. She and Kathie barely slept as they were afraid that the devil might come and take her.
She wandered in the big lawn of the ancestral house that she didn’t realized that she’s already in the citrus farm. She smelt the fresh scent of the citrus but that doesn’t help make her calm
“Isle.” Her palm landed on his cheeks as pure hatred is seen in her eyes. She despises him to the core. She never thought that he could be this cruel to toy with her feelings. She saw his jaw moved as he faced sideways due to the impact of her slap. Slowly, he turned to face her with tenderness in his eyes, “… let’s go back. You didn’t eat anything. It’s not goo
