Before Genevive could enter this kitchen I pushed Faustino and pretended to wash the dishes.

Faustino didn't even move there.

"Babe," Genevive opened in surprise. I almost pray in front of the dishes.

"Hey," Faustino replied hoarsely.

."You can not sleep?" I could feel Genevive's gaze on me. My chest almost throbbed.

"My head hurts. I just want some pale pilsen."

"There's one in the fridge," Genevive replied. "Ava, rest now. That's too tiring."

I smiled sparingly at her. "Yes, Genevive."

She also smiled at me. I heard the noise of the two bottles of drinks Faustino had taken from the fridge and the two of them leaving.

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