“Is that all?”
“…Then how about a ‘thank you’?” Briella considered it for a moment.
Without another word, Diego released her hand, turned around, and walked straight out of the room.
Briella: “What?”
...
After finishing breakfast alone in her room, Briella finally realized—
The wound on her leg had healed significantly.The poison was completely gone.She clicked her tongue in mild disbelief. ‘What kind of miracle drug did they use on me?’
Still, it hurt a little when she walked.
Sinking onto the sofa, her gaze darkened. She seemed deep in thought.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
The butler’s voice followed politely, “Miss, the master has stepped out for business. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Got it.”
Briella rested her chin on her hand and star
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