37. Sophie The Bitch

Chris’ POV

Helping her wear her clothes I gave her the pain killer after food and she lay down to sleep. She was not talking to me, not to anyone. I sat near her legs pressing them, massaging them.

"Chris, what are you doing?" She asked.

"What?"

"Stop, don't do this."

"Why so? Is there any problem?"

"Chris, It's not good I don't like this please."

"Alana, what is wrong with this? I don't have any problem so please just sleep, I know it must be hurting so let me just do it." I said. She stopped insisting. After a while she slept. I came out of the room leaving the house in anger. That CCTV footage must be here any time.

"Sir, are you waiting for someone?" The guard asked.

"Yes!"

"You go, I will inform you, it's a bit cold here."

"I don't care, I will wait." I was really angry. Only I know How I controlled my anger in front of her.

"Chris Salvatore?" I turned around to see A man with an envelope.

"Its me"

"Here is your parcel." Giving me the parcel he left while I left for my ro