Chapter 21: An Advice
Nora woke up the next morning with a grimace. She was tempted to simply shoot a text to Antonio that she was sick and then lie in bed all day. She reminded herself that she was done wallowing after discovering his infidelity, but her mind did not seem to grasp the situation yet.
And then there was the additional discovery of Sara also joining the University. How was that possible? Sara was a year younger and had not even appeared for her exams... unless...
Nora shook her head. Just how clueless and foolish had she been? Her mother had insisted that Nora leave at least a couple of hours early for her high school exams so that she would not be 'late' under any circumstance. Even though she'd hated sitting in the sun to study, she had tried to console herself that this was probably her mother showing her some concern.
Now she knew the truth. Her mother had not wanted her to get suspicious of Sara. So, she had been pushed out of the house early so that Sara could relax and go.
Sighing, she made her way to breakfast and with a passing 'Good morning' at the man at the table, grabbed some cereal and milk for herself before sitting opposite him. This had been their routine since the last time he had given her 'the lesson'. Thankfully, there had been no other lessons from him.
She heard his baritone voice as she stabbed at her milk bowl, trying to gather her thoughts about questioning Antonio. Blinking at the unexpected sound, she looked up at the Snowman in confusion.
Since she refused to think of him as Demon due to the kindness he had shown her, she had taken to referring to him as Snowman or Snow in her thoughts. After all, the man always gave off a cold aura and was as silent as a Snowman.
"Did you say something?"
Demetri looked at her with a raised brow and she realized that no one must have ever asked the man to repeat what he said. However, the man was not petty and repeated, "You have marks on your wrist. Again."
She looked down at the marks in irritation. Of course, they were there. It wasn't enough that Sara and her mother were usually digging their fingers into her; even Antonio had quickly picked up that habit.
"Yes, I know I have them again! I am easily bruised!" She snapped at him before stuffing her mouth with cereal. It wasn't as if she wanted to get those bruises or had control over it!
"You should be more careful. If this gets out of hand..."