CHAPTER 33
The wooden floor reverberated with Patrick's footsteps. He paced up and down with hands tracing circles around his temples and eyebrows creasing together in deep thought. Angela hadn't replied to any of his messages or calls for two days. All her social media accounts had been inactive. Was she kidnapped or something? Or was she being stalked again by the killer? Patrick speculated how anybody could have the guts to do that. Her stare was strong enough to freeze every ounce of muscle in his body. The world seemed to be lifeless without her. Their frequent chats, her bullies, his failure in sarcasms, her knock on his head...... He didn't understand how such little things can make someone's life so beautiful. He didn't understand how she could so easily mix up with his soul, mess up h
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