••• BALVINA •••
Ayra kept gripping the knife in her palm. Eyes stubbornly watched Cedric who was slightly shocked and amused same time by her action. Her grip on the knife didn't loose a bit instead gripped harder as each moment of silence passed between them.
Cedric swallowed the fruit in his mouth uncomfortably. Laying his gaze down at her tight grip, his brows darkened in concern.
What if she harmed her hand through this knife?
Cedric was worried and lifted up his hand to unclasp the knife from her fist. One by by one he removed her fingers from the knife under her confused eyes. When the knife was finally out of her grip, Cedric took her palm in his both palms and rubbed it together. With a little dissatisfaction in his voice, he asked with a deep sigh,
" Did it hurt?"
