not caring for me

Aviv's POV

"No, Becca I cannot do that. That painting is not for sale didn't you read the indication below it?" I interrogated with my eyes fixed on the file which I was examining.

"Please, please...I love that painting so much... please and don't forget you have promised that you would do whatever I wanted when I saved Mayalu's life back then," she tried to coax me.

Giving a cold glance to her I asserted, "Don't call her that. She has her name."

"Oops sorry..." she said with a witty smile and added, "Anyway please give that painting or..."

"Or what?" I shifted my gaze back to the file.

"Or...I will go back to London and will never return back."

"No, you cannot do that," I was alarmed hearing her.

"Then give me the painting," she declared.

I comprehended very competently that Becca was an only child of her parents so, she was pampered so much which resulted in her to be stubborn. If I didn't give her what she wanted then she might certainly go back which I didn't want for the time beg