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“Huh… I actually meant it from a place of care. Why the attack?” Amelia stuttered, her face filled with disbelief.
My mouth twitched as I fought to hold back a smile. That took a dark turn real quick, I must say.
“We do not need opinions or care,” Domenico muttered.
At this point, everyone had already paused eating apart from Domenico, who was still concentrating on his meal, like he hadn’t just brought a gun to a stick fight.
“Actually, Domenico, she didn’t mean it that way. You know you’re dealing with bad legs, and then you’re eating and, at the same time, holding up her hair.” Gwen tried to appease the situation.
“Exactly. I just felt pity.”
“Pity?” Domenico’s chin jutted, and he finally looked up for the first time since we arrived here.
His face wasn’t the usual cold—i
