Chapter 703

Mayra returned to her room and grabbed a book before lying on the bed to read. The wound on her wrist had yet to fully recover and appeared slightly swollen. Half an hour later, someone knocked on her door. She didn't bother looking up. "Come in. The door isn't locked." "Come downstairs and eat," Brandon said. She remained calm. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry. Go ahead without me." Her voice sounded normal. "Do you want me to bring the food up to you? I'm telling you to come downstairs. Do you not understand English?" Brandon grew frustrated again. For some reason, he couldn't control himself and regretted his words as soon as they left his lips, but he didn't know how to fix it. Mayra closed the book and got out of bed without a word. She placed the book on her bedside table, then the two headed downstairs with Brandon following her closely behind. "Mayra, come. I've made you soup. Come try it," Camilla said. "Thank you." Carla pulled the chair out and Mayra sat down