I pulled away from Luca as soon as I went back to my consciousness. I cleared my voice and reached for my ankle that got twisted real hard. I carefully crouched to touch the red part of my ankle.
My face crumpled when I feel it stings.
I think I hurt myself so bad.
"What the hell were you thinking wearing those heels?!" he yelled.
I lifted my head to look at him. He's trying to kill me with the glare he's giving me. I didn't answer and focused on massaging my ankle. "You're so reckless... Why are you always trying to get yourself killed, huh? Are you that desperate?!"
Of course... He's angry because he's worried about his baby.
I don't even want to accept the thought of him being worried about me. There's no such thing as him getting worried for me. In his eyes, I'm nothing, but a f*
