C22 CHAPTER 22

When he became ill, I expected him to warm up to me and forgive us for our previous miscommunications. However, it was just my wishful thinking because Lance returned to be gloomy!

“Alexa, how much longer are you going to be like this?” He inquired as to when we would be having our meal.

“Like what?” In response to his question, I pretended to be clueless.

“Like a parasite,” he told me