Chapitre 297: Chapter 297

Diana's P. O. V

"Am full, stop feeding me the damn food, it's tasteless to me." West growled, pushing the food away from his face.

We had been like this for more than ten minutes at the very least. The stubborn bastard wouldn't just eat his damned food, so he could take his damned medicine.

"I think I've lost my taste buds." West deadpanned, scrolling through his phone.

It has come to my observation that my boyfriend is a terrible phone addict, who is hopelessly dependent on his phone for survival.

The tape was safely stashed in his drawer, I figured he'd refuse to watch it immediately if I asked, I had to ease Into it.

"Keep that nasty shit away and get on." West said hinting at his laps.

Tomorrow was the funeral, and it was obvious that he was trying to stall, he really didn't want to talk about it to anyone.