Maxim’s pov
“Sir, shall I bring you your dinner?” Christina asked, and I looked outside.
So much time has passed it's already dark outside.
“No, I don’t want any dinner.” I said, and she looked at me. She wanted to say something but couldn’t seem to find the words, so she just nodded.
I went back to my work. I wondered what she was up to now.
What could she be doing?
In a few days, it's going to be Valentine's Day. Is she preparing for it, getting ready to buy her new husband a gift?
At times I just get so angry when I think about it. I get so angry when I think about how fast she moved on while on the other hand, she is always in my mind. She is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last I think about when I fall asleep.
Hell, I even dream about her, but the look o
