You Are No Saint Yourself.

You Are No Saint Yourself.

Karissa's POV.

Relaxing on the couch that was in the sitting room, I reminisced about the moment when Marcello had to send me out of his room without looking back.

All because I tried my best in hiding the fact that I wasn't crippled. I heaved a heavy sigh as bitterness filled my heart.

I wished things never happened the way it was happening though. I had turned into a stranger overnight because of my sister's wish in my house.

"I still shouldn't have accepted to help her!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes in regrets.

With my head inclined to the ground as I pondered on my next move to make him smile at me, I heard trudging steps, coming closer to where I was sitting.

I raised my gaze to where it was coming from and to my greatest surprise, it was Marcello, again.

He had just sent me out of his room, and here he was , coming towards my direction.

'Was he coming to apologise for treating me that way?' I contemplated as I stood to my feet in excitement.

I was going