CHAPTER 199

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Dália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob.

"Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?"

"Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked.

"No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?"

"No. We had an argument, Dália."

"I understand."

"I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house."

"I will, don't worry."

After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen.

"Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast.

"Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned.

"Yes. I'm feeling better now."

"Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked.

"No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with