Third Person's POV
"Mortimer, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept calling you away from Seraphina. I know I messed up. Please don't shut me out, okay?"
As she spoke, tears began rolling down her cheeks. Perhaps genuinely terrified of being completely abandoned by him, Vivian's crying was far more sincere this time.
Unfortunately for her, Mortimer's face showed absolutely nothing but sheer impatience.
"During that half-month, besides turning off my phone, you'd better pray I don't find out you did anything else. Otherwise, don't expect me to care about the fact that you saved my life."
Mortimer's freezing words hit Vivian like a physical punch to the gut, draining the last bit of color from her already pale face.
Dropping that cold warning, Mortimer picked up his plates of food
