Chapter 83

When he grimaceed again for the glass, I grumbled that I was already wanting to taste the drink to see if it was really as bad as it seemed, in what he offered me with an unencouraging expression. I tried it. My stomach burned for the strong taste. The impression was that the coffee only had water to deceive, because the taste was pure powder. And he was very sweet, in Flynn's attempt to make him less strong, when the issue would be easily resolved with a little more water. I avoided making a face of disgust, because the attendants were very close, but my silence was enough for Flynn.

"Re-explain to me your reasons for wanting to eat so much" I asked in a tone of supplication, bending the body that burned by the bitterness of the coffee.

"You, somehow I still can't explain, awakens a protective instinct to me," said Flynn, with the corners of his lips rising when he saw that I was also disappointed to have tasted your coffee. "In our first meeting, I suspected that the feeling