CHAPTER 45

SCARLETT'S POV

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He's so stupid!

Why did that vase had to break and his feet to get hurt??

Now, he's enjoying like a king in his room.

Because of his feet being hurt, he can't walk till it heals. And now, I'm the one who had to tend to his every task.

Ughhhh...

And I'm so much hating it.

"Triantáfyllo I want some orange juice." His voice came from upstairs.

It's been like this only since yesterday.

He orders me and I had to do it.

I took the bottle of orange juice from the fridge and with a glass on a tray, I strode upstairs.

"Fyllo bring this, Fyllo bring that, Fyllo come here, fyllo this shirt....this that...why don't just tell your Fyllo to go to hell...."

I was angrily mumbling while going upstairs in his room.

Ek to ye naam..... konsi ajeeb bhasha bolta h ye....bolna bhi ni ata meko to!!