As if Monna's thinking was not wrong. And her dreams for the past few days have served as a clue to her.
Monna responded after a few winks of disbelief.
"Impossible,"
Felt her throat choke and dry. Monna swallowed hard.
Cleo continued to listen to Belhart's narrative.
"I don't know how to long I started feeling it. But all these feelings are real and mean it. Even though it's weird if I say it now. After the indifference that I once directed to you,"
Monna suddenly goosebumps.
"Stop,"
Staring in surprise at the same time frowned.
"You're not happy to hear that?" said Harry disappointed.
Shook her head doubtfully and still dwelling on her own thoughts.
"Not like that. But.."
"But what?"
"But do not believe and ..."
And don't want it. Because all those statements are too terrifying for Belhart to continue.
"Aren't you the one who asked me about my response to you,"
