Chapter 20

I closed my eyes and muttered, "Damn it!" Why did he have to wake up now?

Bella and I stared at him. Bella's gaze held concern while mine,I was sure, was drilling holes into him.

"Don't give her," he reiterated, his gaze on me. He looked less drunk now. His words didn't slur so much anymore and his gaze was steady to an extent.

That soup must be a very effective one, even though it looked like vomit. I contemplated asking her what the recipe is.

Bella shifted closer to him, her brows creased, "Mark," she placed her palm on her cheeks and made him turn his face to her, "You should get more rest."

"No," he shook his head and removed her palm from his cheeks. "I need to stay awake to make sure you don't give her." He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before he shook his head and his gaze became steady again.

Something akin to hurt and confusion crossed Bella's features, "Give her what? Do you even know what we're talking about? You were asleep just now."

"I was but pieces of your convers