Bab 128: Unexpected Dream

Silja tried her best but how could she lift him up? After trying a few times she understood his trick.

"What are you doing?" She glared at him. Donovan shrugged his shoulders.

"Why aren't you moving?" Silja glared at him.

"I'm injured," Donovan folded his hand near his chest.

"It's hard for me to move," he said while making a pitiful face.

"Ohh, then sit here and stay hungry," Silja let him go and stood there looking in another direction.

"Huh, wow this is very good. You are the one who hurt me but now when it's time to nurse me you are behaving like you are doing favour on me," Donovan used his trump card. Which was emotional blackmail.

"Don't want to help me eat and want me to die because of hunger," he added, his face contorted in grief.

Silja stomped her foot in anger.

"You…" she pointed her finger at him.