Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 78

The treatment ended around one in the afternoon.

Larissa removed the last needle. "We're done for today," she told the pale-faced Haskell. "Go home and rest."

"It's already lunchtime. Why don't we eat together first?" Haskell suggested as he lowered his pant leg. His gaze was fixed on her, his voice calm, as if the preceding hours of agony had been nothing but a dream.

Just as Larissa was about to answer, her phone rang. It was an unknown number.

She put her needles away and answered. Torrin Dillon's voice came through the line. "Larissa, where are you?"

"Almost at the train station," she lied smoothly.

"Okay, wait there. I'm on my way to pick you up."

"Alright." She hung up and met Haskell's curious gaze. "An ex-boyfriend," she explained, tucking her phone away.

Haskell raised an eyebrow. "You're still in contact with him?"

Larissa thought about it. He was right. She had saved Torrin Dillon's life, and he had insisted on repaying her with his undying affection. He had been a poor kid back then, but he had pulled out all the stops—flowers, jewelry, designer bags, none of which she had accepted, knowing he couldn't afford them.

Every day after work, rain or shine, he would ride his beat-up electric scooter to her village to cook, clean, and help her with her herbs. His persistence had eventually worn her down, and two months ago, she had finally agreed to be his girlfriend.

Strangely, almost immediately after she said yes, his enthusiasm had cooled. He stopped coming every day. He still called, but the intensity was gone.

She remembered something now. About a week before he broke up with her, he had asked her over the phone, "Larissa, do you think I'm not good enough for you?"