Have A Taste of Prison

Richard received the glass Bella handed back to him and put it down on the nightstand before moving to adjust the duvet to cover her legs properly.

“Are you hungry?” Richard asked, meeting her gaze. “Your dinner is in the warmer. Do you want me to serve them to you now?”

Once again, Bella slowly nodded. She was famished all thanks to Gerald.

As much as she wanted to know what was done to him, she wanted to spend time recovering from the fright he had given her, plus enjoy these quiet moments with Richard.

Watching his gaze carefully, she couldn’t begin to imagine what he might have gone through while searching for her, knowing that his wife-to-be had been kidnapped.

Bella felt pity for him.

Richard quickly heated the food and served them on a plate. He didn’t let her take the spoon by herself. He insisted on feeding her and while it lasted, he did not say a word.

“Do you want to sleep now?” He asked, trying to tuck her in. “I don’t want your eyes to be puffy from staying awak