Bab 197: Chapter 197

Diana's P. O. V

In front of me now was Makela, sitting on MY edge of the bed, holding her hair drier in her left hand, her phone in her right, she had been on a call ever since she arrived.

"Makela..." I found myself calling out to her, but she just kept on laughing into her damn phone, with the diamond encrusted pouch.

"Geez! Would you lend me a fucking second?!." I snapped, my hand almost about to snatch her phone and toss it away.

"Call you back." She said and reluctantly ended the call, stretching her legs across the bed.

"What do you want?." She dryly asked, I scoffed at her and let my eyes do the talking. I gestured her to move to the other end of the bed, but she blatantly ignored me.

"Do I have to spell it for you?." I let out, hoping not to freak her out, she stared at me blankly then dropped her hair drier carelessly on the bedside table.