Chapter 57

Venessa's pov.

Nibbling on the food in front of me, my eyes kept on glancing at Vincent who's eating his breakfast peacefully while me on the other hand won't stop fidgeting with the edge of the dress that I'm wearing.

What's taking the maid so long to buy it?. I asked myself, letting out a sigh making Vincent look at me questioning probably wondering what on earth is wrong with me and just I thought that he would ask what's wrong, he didn't and instead continued eating.

Dropping my fork, I shot him a glare clearing my throat in attempt to catch his attention which worked.

"What happened?. Something wrong" he questioned innocently making me want to slap some senses to him.

What's wrong? Seriously, Vincent. Are really that dumb not to even notice something is bothering me?. I thought to myself standing up from the stool angrily leaving him alone.

Walking towards our room, Vincent's voice made me stop.