CHAPTER 92

Fiona pov

I ate the porridge slowly, feeling extremely unconscious with him watching me like a hawk. His eyes widened at my every light slurp and his lips parted when I swallowed.

Gosh! I slammed the bowl on the table, sending him a glare that unfortunately elicited a smile from him.

"When did you get so sick?" I growled.

"Right from the moment I realised that my love for you is unrequited." He said bluntly, relaxing his back against the chair.

I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you fuck off knowing that I'll never love you?" I had to ask and honestly, I have been asking him this for a while now.

"Because I like doing things the hard way." Houston chuckled.

I forced a smile. "You think you're so cool huh? You gabe ruined a lot Houston. I don't even see you as a brother anymore. You are just a stranger to kidnapped me!" I screamed and he frowned.

"Do you want more than just your legs to be broken?" He suddenly asked and I stiffened, glaring at him murderously.

He smiled, stood up and walked