Olivia's POV:
Tasha and Bruno glared at me sadly, but I smiled. "He is busy, so let's not disturb him," I said, and they both nodded.
"I am not feeling good; I will sleep now," I said, trying to send them away from my bedroom.
"I will get you something to eat," Tasha said as she walked out.
"I will help her." Bruno followed her, and I walked down the bed to close the door when I heard them talking.
"Why will he say he doesn't want to talk to her?" Tasha asked angrily.
"It's none of our business," Bruno replied.
"For now," she added.
I sighed, didn't shut the door, walked to the bed, and tried to sleep. Maybe he was just in a bad mood and will be back tonight or tomorrow, and everything will be fine.
I slept for another hour when I felt the presence of someone in the room. I opened my eyes only to find Tasha standing there with a food tray.
"Better eat this or you will regret it," she warned.
