40. OLIVIA

OLIVIA'S POV

I helped myself and began to eat. I took his almost half cup of coffee and before waiting for his approval or disapproval, I gulped it down.

"Don't take it, it's bitter..." He warned but by then, I had already gulped a mouthful and swallowed it. My face contorted so much and he began to laugh.

What's so funny? I was in distress. My face was black since that was how I felt within me.

Devon laughed at me and left the table. I felt even worse. How could he allow me to do this to myself and now he just left me alone like that?

While I was sulking, he returned with a cup of something else which I didn't know what it was. He handed it to me and I noticed it was red. Blood? No, it didn't look at thick as blood. I wanted to sniff it but then, that would be a total display of distrust.

"Go ahead." He urged.