#Chapter 163 Winning Fiona’s Heart

Carol’s POV “How could you bring him here, Carol??” Fiona hissed as soon as we were inside her room. I knew she was going to be upset, but I hadn’t expected her to burst into tears when we were alone. She was pacing back and forth in her room, her hair disheveled because of how many times she’d run her fingers through it. I was busy rummaging through her closet and finding a decent outfit that didn’t make her feel self-conscious. I grabbed a white crop top and a pair of waist-high skinny jeans. I always loved Fiona in this outfit because it showed off her body perfectly. Oliver wasn’t going to be able to resist her in this. I handed her the clothes and she frowned, still glaring at me. “He was devasted when you left, Fi,” I told her. “You owe him an explanation and he owes you his time and ears. He’s your mate and I want you to work things out.” “Is this because you want me to return to the Capitol with you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. “I’m sorry I left, but—”