143 The Missing Child

I woke up early in the morning because I was excited of going home. Sain was not around the moment I open my eyes, it was Pierro who greeted me while holding my breakfast which was prepared by my husband. So here I am sitting on the bed with my back resting on the backrest having my healthy breakfast.

I reach one slice of apple and look out of the window. Pierro is on his spot watching movie doesn't care what I am doing. I don't like the breakfast prepared to me, I am not someone who ate healthy food. I don't like it if I can't taste strong flavor. But requesting for that is a bit strange especially now and Sain will not let me either.

I mentally shake my head and reach the glass of milk. I look at it for a few seconds before I force myself to take a sip adjusting myself to like the taste of it. I bite the inside of my mouth and was about to get another slice of apple when I heard Pierro clearing his throat.

I look at him.

"You don't like it?" He ask with a playful smile plaster