Chapter 102: His Favorite Food.

Nora paced around the room, biting her fingernails. She stopped at the table where Roman had dropped the gifts. She was supposed to admire them, or at least look at them, but she was too anxious to do so.

Roman had been gone for a while and the anxiety was killing her. God, she hated Tiff's guts already, hated the way she spoke without fear, yet Nora couldn't help but pity her.

Tiff looked drain