It feels like a déjà vu sitting at the dining hall of the Montevalles. Of course, because I have been here before and sat on the same chair before. But right now, no one was sitting in the center. Yves is beside me. Across from us is Yohan, and next to him is Saab with his seemingly natural smirk plastered on his lips. And I was uncomfortable having to stare at it. Especially that I have to eat with him. Then and now. In this mansion.
“You should eat, too. Join us, please,” Yves leisurely asked Ate Ime when she brought the last meal to their table.
With a grim expression, she looked at me before answering Yves, “I’m fine. You should eat first. I have things to do.” I flattened my lips and watched her retreat back to the kitchen.
“Eat, please… or you’re still mad?” Yves whispered so I
