CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gianna's POV;

I took apple juice, chips, and mayonnaise to my room because it seemed to me like my presence in the kitchen attracts bad vibes to me and my unborn baby. I dipped the chip in the mayonnaise taking a bite of it.

I dipped another chip in the mayonnaise and was about to take a bite when suddenly I heard Adriano's voice echoing my name. Giannaaaaa! Urgh, what is it now? Gianna is always in trouble.

I stood up and opened the door and his mouth hung open as he looked at me from head to toe. I wore a baggy blue T-shirt and shorts.

"And how may I help you?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows in anger.

"I–I was– no–you–uhm. Why the hell am I stuttering?" He asked himself as he was still checking me out. Yeah, why on earth are you stuttering?

"What do you want, Adriano?"

"You." He said sharply, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Huh?" Me??? "I don't understand. What do you mean by me?"

"Uhm, I wanted to ask if you are going to make dinner tonight." He finally said. Dinner??? Hell no.