A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
She’d been in a haze, her mind clearly elsewhere, and I hated seeing her like this.
“I can't. I can't eat, neither would I even take a drink,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with frustration. “I still see her smirk. It feels like he’s watching me... I fell into a trap!” LittleMouse’s hands trembled slightly as she spoke, and I pulled her into my arms without thinking.