Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“Now stop staring at me like this and drink this,” he urged while moving the bowl filled with soup towards me.
The aroma of the soup hit my nostrils and just like other times, my stomach decided to humiliate me by making weird sounds.
He chuckled, and I glared at him before taking that bowl from him.
He said it was a herbal broth. Why the aroma is so good?
I tasted it and to my surprise it was also tasty. Spoon after spoon, I continued drinking and he just sat there, watching me drinking the broth.
“If you have something in your mind. You can say it.” I said to him after a drank a few spoons.
“You didn’t ask why I can’t be seen by others.” He asked and I smiled bitterly.
“I was attacked twice because of you. Is this reason enough?” I asked him with a
