Inaya’s POV I was lying down on the bed, backing the door when I heard the door open. I didn’t need to check; I already knew it was Beckham by the smell of his cologne. “I didn’t think you would come back any time soon.” The side of the bed dipped, “I figured you didn’t eat anything last night so I brought breakfast for you.” “I’m not hungry,” I replied without looking at him. “I’m sorry,” Sir apologized, “Yesterday I was wrong, you weren’t at fault, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, I should have understood what you were trying to say.” “I’m not angry,” I sat up and turned towards him, “I’m really not hungry.” “Are you okay?” Sir put his hand on my face, “Inaya did you cry the entire night?” I ignored what he said and I said what I had to say, “Karisa’s room is next to our room.” “The chandelier will be removed later today,” Sir ignored what I had said, “Yesterday’s family dinner will be pushed to today.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying, “Everyone already knows
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