Chapter fourteen
Larissa's POV
This place was really somewhere where one's bad emotions faded. The creamy risotto infused with black truffles, Parmesan cheese, and finished with a drizzle of truffle oil was a very delicious meal; the waiter called it truffle risotto. But unfortunately for me, the bad emotions that faded never lasted. As I was savoring the truffle risotto the waiter served us, Marco, who was one of Ramon's bodyguards, walked in and walked past me. I stared at him and fixed my eyes on him until I saw the table he settled at. As he settled down at the table, he tilted his head back, making sure no one was trailing him. As he tilted his head, I bowed my head to avoid him seeing my face. Lionel noticed what had just happened and inquired curiously as he tilted his head back to check who I was trying to hide my face from, "What's going on?"
"Let's leave," I said, my heart racing.
