Chapter 13

Daryl’s POV

For you, what is love?

I sighed after reading her text several times.

What exactly is love?

I heard a knock and saw Mila enter with a box in her hands. So she had already sent it.

“Ms. Ashley sent this,” she added, smiling as I accepted the box from her.

“Thank you, Mila. You can go now,” I replied, but she remained standing.

“Sir Daryl, may I leave now?” she asked, and I looked at the calendar and saw that it was Sunday.

“Of course, you don’t have to ask my permission, Mila,” I responded, and she turned back, but before she left, she looked at me again.

I suppose I know what those expressions mean.

“Yeah, I know it’s forbidden. You can go now,” I told Mila, and when she finally left the room, I felt weak and slumped down in my chair. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering why it was taboo to love her.

Another question; what is love, really? And why is it forbidden to love her? I closed my fist and attempte