Chapter 22.2

Adira was driving her car with one hand.

Staring at the clean road of early morning, she fell into deep thoughts.

Now she calmed down, she thoroughly thinks about the reason why her eyes blinded with rage back there, and why she’s looking for a place to give her a peace of mind.

“I never thought I’ll be this freaking angry over a mere blanket.”

Her lips twitched after calling the blanket a ‘mere’.

No.

For Adira, the blanket isn’t just a mere fabric that will help her warm her cold night inside the cold house with a cold husband.

“It is something I received with love,” Adira murmured, thinking about the kids from the orphanage.

Then, she recalled the time when the kids gave her that.

“Miss Adira!” Marie, the head of the orphanage, called Adira.

“Yes, Miss Marie?”