~CECILIA’S POV~
His eyes are fixated on the troubled expression on my face. Even though I fail to outright accept that I am afraid of consuming the antidote, my face does a fine job at it.
“People change, Cecilia,” Dorian passively tries to make me accept his mother’s antidote. “She even apologised.”
Apologised to him, not to me. That, however, doesn’t matter. I still get the shivers down my spine whenever I look back at that cruel night when she instructed me to leave the mansion while being aware of the child in my belly. How can I trust such a callous woman?
“Why are you so quiet?” asks Dorian, frustrated by my inability to answer him.
I look into his eyes with my pleading eyes which beg him not to make me answer that. What he’s asking is indeed a simple question, but the nature
