Chapter 97

  Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

  "You want some tea?" I asked, looking at her, but she just shook her head.

  "Bella, you've not had anything since yesterday… Come on…" I coaxed, trying to be patient. She'd been in a haze, her mind clearly elsewhere, and I hated seeing her like this.

  "I can't. I can't e...

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