Chapter 32

Present.

Shakily she grabbed the dress.

He turned his back to her and waited patiently. This time he could hear a little bit of shuffling. He paused for a couple of minutes before asking. "Are you done?" It was stupid of him to give her privacy when he was the one who changed her clothes when she was unconscious, but he felt like she needed it at the moment.

No response came from her side. He waited a little longer before he turned to face her. She was in a kneeling sitting position on the bed. He noticed the red marks on her wrists because of the cuffs. What the f*ck was wrong with him? Why did he lose his calm like that? He ended up marking her against her will, but it was all because she was hell-bent on running away from him.

Luca grabbed the discarded dress and tossed it in the laundry basket in the bathroom. Washing his hands he dried it and walked back into the room. Grabbing the tray, he placed it on the bed beside her.

"Eat this. I'm waiting outside the room. If you don'