Chapter 155

Third Person's POV

He coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Valerica turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn't a bird or a bee—it was all wrinkled.

"Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?"

No way. She had to find a chance to steal it back and get rid of it.

She slurped her pasta. The spicy and smooth flavor was satisfying