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CHAPTER 211: I WAS WRONG

KAMILA’S POV

The second I settle on my resolve is the second she pops my shoulder back into place, taking me off guard and drawing a louder groan from my lips.

"There, all better," she announces with glee, and now I’m furious.

I glare at her; I hate her now.

I make sure she knows how much I hate her, how disgusted I am by her, with my eyes, glaring at her as if she’s nothing but filth, not even worthy of touching me.

Yet her smile never fades.

Instead, she pats my head softly, pulling away to get my soup.

I don't want to eat; I turn my face away once her soup-filled spoon reaches my lips, showing my revolt, until the sweet smell hits my nose. It's the soup I loved as a girl, chicken soup made with just carrots.

The smell permeates my nose, breaking through my well-constructed wall of defiance and reminding me how hungry I am.

I struggle with it until I give in, opening my mouth to take the soup, and the burst of flavors fills me with warmth and nostalgia, all from chil
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