In Which She Is A Goddess

#Chapter8 In Which She Is A Goddess

Isla had recovered from her cold in less than a week with the help of Alexander's supervision who kept on reminding her to take her meds and gave her that look that kept her away from ice pops. She found it so endearing.

Dare she say that the slight crush she had on him had developed into full-on having feelings for him, which was so wrong and she knew so but she couldn't deny her feelings neither could she admit them out loud.

/"Well... this suck/" she huffed plopping on the couch like a sack of potatoes with her cheeks red and puffed out.

They were in the main house, Alexander standing guard by a wall watching her huff and puff about not being able to go outside since it was raining. It was quite an amusing sight but as always, he kept his face straight.

/"What am I supposed to do now?/" she questioned no one in particular.