Harris' POV
Although I left the house, I stayed outside.
I desperately wished she would immediately chase out and shout, "Harris, I want to talk to you."
But that never happened.
I asked someone to bring the food in, but she didn't move.
It was the third day. I couldn't help but personally bring the food to her. "Katrina, you have to eat something."
"Go away. I don't want to see you at all."
She could still shout at first, but her voice became weaker and weaker.
Looking at her weak appearance, I could only suppress my sadness and forcefully wrap her in my arms to personally feed her.
"Take it away. I won't eat it." She dodged the spoon and knocked over the food in the spoon. I fetched her a new spoonful of food. "Eat it."
"No. Go away." She struggled and knocked over the food I b
