Chapter 117

Russo's POV 

When I walked down the stairs, I found Regina waiting for me in the living room. But something was off, she didn't return my smiles.

Why did I think she should? I had been ignoring her for centuries now and the next thing was to pretend as though we were cool?

Nah, she wouldn't be foolish to that extent.

"Gina, what brings you here?" I asked her, acting that nothing had happened.

Oh Fudge, her glares could kill, what the heck!

"You've not been picking your calls."

I pick my calls, little love. Except ones from you.

"Well, " I shrugged, "I've been busy, that's it."

"You snubbed me, Russo!" She gritted her teeth, "this isn't about being busy or not. I get busy too even more busier than your irked ass."

"Would you have or pass?" I offered her a glass of wine but her fumes only got more wild

"Sorry." I chucked, "you used to love whiskey so I thought you'd need some now. It should help pu