~Lola’s POV~
I expected Dante to respond to my outburst, but he didn’t. He just looked at me, speechless, at least I assumed. But one thing was clear: he was furious. After he had left my room so suddenly and silently, I sprinted to slam it shut and braced myself against it as I did so. I clutched my chest tightly. What was that?
I don’t understand why my heart is beating so fast. What is this strange sensation spreading across my chest? Wait, do I still have feelings for Dante? Naa, he wants to take my children. I can’t possibly still care about him, can I? But if that’s the case, then why am I sweltering from the inside out? It’s as if a fire was started all around me, which is making me extremely hot and causing a lot of sweat to come out of my pores. Why am I even thinking about this
