Concerns Of A Fake Wife.

"Ah!" She sighs, as she bows her head between her legs.

Today marks day two of their awkward breakfast and Drusilla has lost the voice to complain.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to him that way in his own house," she regrets.

Ever since her breakdown, Neon has been trying his best to make sure that she doesn’t feel alone, or that she doesn’t rush into doing something that she would later come to loathe herself.

Although it may be a little too late for that.

Druuuu~

Druuuu~

By her side, her phone slightly skips on the bed as it moves towards Drusilla as if it knows its master.

This makes it the eleventh time the phone rang in the short span of five minutes, and the repeated sound of the phone ringing is doing its best to tick her off, especially at a time like this when she’s still bent on finding herself.

She glances at the screen, frustrated.

If she doesn’t answer, the phone will most likely ring again, and again, and again, until she’ll be forced to do something s