chapter 43 Diana Cyrus’s emotional intelligence is worrying

Diana leaned on the bedside, with a hint of sadness between her brows, flipping through the magazine casually, but her eyes were a little misty and did not fall on the magazine. No one knew what she was thinking about.

When Rachit opened the door and walked into the room, she didn't seem to notice it.

"Hey...Honey, what are you thinking about?" Rachit stood in front of the big pink bed with a curious look on his face.

"Ah! You're back!" Rachit's voice pulled Diana out of her...