Anthony was taken aback by her words. He knew very well that if she had those thoughts, he was the one to be blamed and no one else. He made her believe that he hated her.
"I'm Anthony. And I don't hate you." He said.
Dorothea was a bit apprehensive. She looked around and her head spinned.
"I…"
"Rest." Anthony said and kissed her forehead, taking her by surprise. She had her eyes wide open while looking at him. Unconsciously, her hand went to the spot where Anthony had kissed her, as if she would feel any proof that he really did that.
The knock on the door made Anthony get up and after a few moments, he came back with a trail of food and put it on the nightstand, before he sat back on the chair by her bed and smiled at her.
"Time to eat." He announced it with such class manners that she had to smile. But then she remembered who he was and everything he told her. No, she should not let her hopes up. Last time, he broke her heart.
