35. Love Can't be Forced,

*LOUIS*

Torturing her like this is better than me having to beat her and never be satisfied until she forgets about that chef. Of course, I hope she understands why I am like this and what she thinks about me is wrong!

The food trolley brought by the waiter was still tightly closed and the plates were still clean. "She doesn't want to eat?"

"No sir, not even lunch," She said. I took over the trolley and brought it back into the room. Seeing her sitting pensive, leaning in front of the window.

Her face was sad and the tears kept falling. She wiped tears roughly several times. "Come on, honey, or do you want me to feed you straight from my mouth because you haven't eaten a bite, poor them," I said.

She turned her head, and the sharp eyes looked even more sexy. The color of the bright blue eyes is so enchanting. "Why did you make me like this? You made him hate me, you slandered me indirectly. Why don't you want me to be happy when you were happy with your woman for 5 years