Page 98 of Filthy Hot Prince

“Did she ever tell you she was mad at you? Did she tell you she hates you?” Nasrin asked.

I shook my head.

“Then don’t spend time blaming yourself for what happened.” Nasrin paused. “Grandma did something for… Valeria.”

I looked at her. They all shared a knowing glance. “What is it?”

“She donated her eyes but they were already used for a successful transplantation and wrote Valeria’s name so that she can get her sight back,” Zain said, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. In everyone’s eyes as they stared at me.

“Why are you guys staring at me like that?”

“I have an idiot for a friend.” Zayed sighed. “We are telling you so that you can man up and talk to her.”

Oh.

I shook my head, “She will slap me if I go meet her—”

“She won’t.”

“Shedefinitelywill.”

“Oh, I would pay to see that.”

Nasrin, Zain and Zayed said, the couple glaring at each other.

“What?” Zain said. “You punched me and I almost fell off the balcony.”

“Now, I would pay to seethat,” Zayed commented.

“You deserved it because you acted like a complete fool.”

Zain pointed at me. “So did he!”

“Hey,” I frowned at them, eatingkunafahto feel better.

They stopped bantering as I slowly swallowed the food down my throat. “So you guys think I can make up to her? Apologize and tell her about the eyes? Would she accept me?” I asked.

“You have to try, Khalid,” Nasrin said with a small smile.

Try. I could try for Valeria. For my sweet one.

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