Matteo's pov.
When we settled in my jet and took our seats, the plane took off immediately.
The crew staff came to serve our food and drinks. They knew what I preferred when I flew in my jet. I turned towards Anna, asking her what she would like to have.
“Anything. I am very hungry. I haven't eaten anything in the last 24 hours.” Anna said in a dull voice.
I looked at the air hostess, and she understood. She was back quickly with some chicken sandwiches, dumplings, beef, fish, pudding, donuts, and almost everything they had in their pantry. Anna quickly took the tray full of food and started stuffing her mouth and swallowing down the food in a hurry. I looked at her. Her face was weak and dull. What had they done to her? I would never leave that bastard Adam for making my sugar suffer
