My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 11: AN ANGEL PAINTED BY THE DEVIL
HAVEN'S POV
I watched in astonishment as Allessio's men entered the house one by one, each carrying grocery bags. They were carrying a lot that one would think that they are planning to open a small convenience store right here.
"What is all this?"
I wasn't asking anyone in particular, but it was the moment that Allessio chose to enter the house, and he caught my question. Like his men, he's also carrying a lot of bags that look heavy.
He glance at his men before his gaze returned to me. "It's for you."
"Are you planning to turn me into a store clerk of a halo-halo store?"
"A what?" he asked, his forehead knotting.
"A store that is smaller than a convenience store."
There was a quiet laughter behind us. "Sari-sari store," Rosa said as she walked past us.
You are an embarrassment to your own country, Haven. My lips pursed a little at the thought. I just woke up. My mind is still rebooting.
"It's not for a store. It's for you," Allessio clarified.
"All of it? What would I do with all of those?" He's carrying so much that the veins in his hands are showing. My gaze went up on his thick muscles, and that's when I remembered something. "You're going to rip your stitches!"
I attempted to make a grab for the bags but he lifted them out of my reach. His eyes are shining with amusement, probably because I'm far smaller than his towering height. I was given vitamins when I was a child but why do they seem ineffective?
A man I recall named Lorenzo stepped out of the kitchen. Allessio handed him the bags before turning to me and taking my hand in his big, rough ones. He guided me to follow his men who were all busy arranging everything they'd bought—which from the looks of it, it seemed like everything
They were arranging different kinds of chips, cookies, and cereals in the cupboards. There are even chocolates, candies, and biscuits. It's like they bought every brand and flavors possible.
"I heard you ask yourself what's life without sweets and salty snacks. Now you have all of them." A line formed in his forehead as if he remembered something. "But none of that instant noodles bullshit. If you want the real kind, I will make one for you."
"Or Pietro and Rosa—"
"No." He glared at the direction of Pietro who just raised his hands in surrender. "I'm the only one who gets to cook for you."
I rolled my eyes. "So your vetoing Rosa's cooking too?"
I let out a small yelp when he suddenly lifted me to the counter. I stole a glance at his men but it seem like they didn't notice us, focused on their tasks at hand. Probably too focused as if they're deliberately trying to ignore us.
