"S-she didn’t s-say," the girl managed to answer, forcing her saliva down her throat which seed to have beco a difficult task.
Anastasia rested her back on the wall as she glanced around the room. She was the only one sleeping there now since Angelina was gone.
"Let’s go."
The girl nodded, steadying Anastasia as she eased off the bed, her steps unsteady as they moved into the hallway. Everything looked different to Anastasia; she hadn’t left the room since being brought up from the basent, where her punishnt had been dealt. Each limp forward reminded her of just how long she’d been confined.
They got downstairs, and Anastasia glared at Michelle’s back. She hadn’t seen the latter also for over a week and now she was facing her, all she could think of was how to claw her face without anyone finding out she was the one that did it.
When Michelle heard their footsteps from behind her, she smirked and then turned her head to make eye contact with Anastasia.
"You still look miserable. Why? Haven’t you recovered yet?" Michelle asked Anastasia and the girl stood with the girl’s hands trying to assist Anastasia with standing since the latter’s legs had suddenly gone weak.
Michelle sized Anastasia up. She started with Anastasia’s clothes that were as ragged as usual. The clothes looked bigger than usual on Anastasia because the girl had lost drastic weight over the last few days. Then her gaze landed on the bruises Anastasia had acquired on her wrist and forearm, with the ones that peeked out from under her legs to her feet.
They were still fresh and the deep ones were bandaged to prevent infection.
Despite the unhealthy condition Anastasia was in, Michelle was surprised to still find herself getting envious of the girl. Her hands subconsciously went to her belly where she was starting to gain weight, then her eyes fell on her forearm which was starting to fall like a flipped pancake whenever she raised it.
She’d always been taking care of herself, but she blad herself for being too carried away and didn’t watch what she was eating.
Even though Anastasia still lacked any spark of life in her after what she’d faced, she still looked pretty. Her beauty had always been the one thing that Michelle despised about Anastasia, and if there was any possible thing she could do, Michelle would have stolen Anastasia’s beauty long ago.
Anastasia didn’t have a single ounce of strength to talk back to Michelle. All she did was blink at the girl, but despite that, Michelle already sensed that sothing was wrong with Anastasia.
Michelle simply shook off the feeling and patted the seat next to her.
"Co take a seat beside . I want to chat with you," said Michelle.
The girl assisting Anastasia froze, but there was no single reaction coming from Anastasia.
She continued to stare back at Michelle who was wearing a smile as bright as the sun. It was like the little grin a predator would play on their lips before they devoured their prey.
"Co on, don’t waste my ti."
The girl helped Anastasia take a seat, and as soon as she did that, she resisted the urge to barf at that mont.
Michelle’s perfu was always strong, but when she took a seat near her, it seed she’d used perfu instead of water to take a shower.
It was so strong Anastasia could barely breathe but she held it in anyway. Complaining to Michelle was only going to make her feel more nauseous.
"You can go, Eve," Michelle said to the girl who’s been assisting Anastasia. Eve glanced between Anastasia and Michelle, her guts telling her not to leave, but who was she to defy Michelle’s orders? Else she wanted her head to roll on the ground before it beca vulture’s food.
Eve gave a stiff nod and left.
Michelle humd, picking up the remote and changing the channel of the TV to a fashion show.
"Do you know why I called you out here?" Michele asked, and Anastasia slightly shook her head. "Samantha isn’t around so I got bored. No one to fight with but then I rembered I have you here."
Anastasia was as stiff as a tree with not a single sound coming out from her mouth. But only she knew how much her blood boiled at that mont. Her nails itched to dig them into Michelle’s skin and have her scream her lungs out.
Michelle sighed, then decided to switch the channel.
Anastasia’s eyes were fixed on the television, while Tibo and Turac woke up due to the noise.
"I never see you watching business news. Are you thinking of going into business?" Tibo asked, widening his mouth which was the sa size as a hippopotamus, and letting his stinky breath fill the area.
"That’s so gross! Haven’t you brushed your teeth today?" Michelle pretended to barf to show how deeply disgusted she was. Tibo simply scratched the back of his head in embarrassnt. "Also, no! I’m not going to start a business. I just wanted to show my dear Anastasia sothing."
The skin on Ana’s forehead folded in confusion as her gaze was settled on the television.
In the next second, Anastasia’s eyes caught a figure that looked just the sa as Xander, only that he had a sharper jawline and eyes colder than she’d ever seen since she woke up from her coma.
Without needing to be told, Anastasia already concluded that it was her husband—Xander’s twin brother—Xavier.
Xavier was getting interviewed by the press concerning the video regarding Anastasia that was circulating social dia despite every clip shared having been taken down.
Although she wasn’t close to him, she could feel the dark aura he was exuding like perfu that sent chills down her spine.
Anastasia’s eyes landed on his eye bag, and couldn’t help but wonder if he got them from searching for her.
Anastasia stared at him for a little while longer as he impatiently left the interviewer as if he had sowhere important to be.
The cara followed behind him, capturing his broad back. Anastasia tried to recall anything about him, but the images she saw were all blurred out.
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