Larissa was a quiet kid when growing up, refusing to speak unless spoken to as instructed by her previous tutors. So understandably, the ride on the way back to the Wade mansion was silent.
Sitting inside the luxury carriage, Alastor was anxiously tapping the floor with his shoes, his hands clasped together and his gaze kept shifting from outside to Larissa who was sitting in front of her and then back outside.
Many thoughts rummaged his head, and the first that came out of his mouth was, “Are you mad, Rissa?”
Yes, she was mad. When she listed down everything he did in the past few days inside her mind, such as leaving her on the night she was determined to fully give herself to him, she was furious. But after hearing his apologetic voice calling for her name ‘Rissa,’ It made her feel
