Chapter 277 The Don Ruminates

• Hours later, the Don sat on the bed, brooding. He had been sitting in the semi-dark, drinking straight from the bottle, and his large fist still gripped the neck of the bottle as he tried to shut out his guilt.
• Proserpina had put together a quick, tasty meal, simple yet delicious and he felt that he had never truly appreciated her culinary skills.
• Almost miraculously, the dishes had landed on the table.