Kapitel 270: Rot In Hell

The simple task of breathing that comes natural to the body. The intake of air and its exhale felt like a task to Cotlin as he stood up. He blamed the broken ribs. It had nothing to do with him feeling guilty. Why in the world would he feel guilty? He was not doing anything. He had done nothing wrong but when Diana looked at her with that slight curl of her lips and her chest moved for a dry mocking laugh, his breathing came hard and forceful.

"Ember, go and bring tea for her.'' He was relieved that his voice came calmer than he had thought. "And add some snacks too. Make sure the cake is pineapple." Diana raised her brows slightly at the mention of pineapple. But even if she was touched that he remembered her favorite, it did not show on her face.