Chapter one hundred and twenty four

Chapter one hundred and twenty four.

Anastasia's POV.

Nicholas is watching me with a facial expression I cannot decipher, but I know he isn't being a dickhead at the moment. I continue with my food, while he has stopped.

Since we've been here, I've noticed he's drinking more from the stainless cup in front of him, being held mildly by two of his fingers around the handle. I think it may contain blood. And strangely enough, it did not freak me out.

I drop my fork and focus on him. "Are we starting a conversation or not?"

He scoffs, his lips being lined to the left. "Well, can I not appreciate your beauty, Anastasia?"

"Well, if you waste my time, you'll find this face not sharing its beauty with you." I say back, almost instantly, and he chuckles lowly. He shakes his head at me afterward.

"The way you act is very stubborn. It's befitting."

"Perhaps we can start by learning what you mean by that?" As much as my statement may have sounded, I am trying to ask him when he's going to tel