"Why? I am just concerned," Leander said.
He tried to look at her, but she pressed her hand over his eyes. She didn't squeeze his eyeballs but covered his eyes.
"Don't, anyway…" she said.
"Why?" he asked. "Why can't I look at you?"
His lips curled out of displeasure. But as if he was trying to respect her wishes, he endured her hands on his face.
"I don't want your pity, Kastello..." she said sucking in a deep breath along with her emotions. "If you truly are concerned about me, I have only one request for you."
Kastello…
She had to remind herself who he is.
"What?" Leander removed her hand from his face in a hurry to look at her. He blinked his eyes as his vision was blurry. "You're back to calling me Kastello?" he raised his brows.
He looked displeased and sad.
Of everything that happened… this is what he is worried about? About how I am addressing him?
"Isn't your name Kastello?" she asked.
