Nathan stepped into the living room, to meet Cheyenne seated on the sofa. She had been waiting for him for so long; and she had arrived at the mansion an hour ago.
She was afraid he was out on a suicidal mission.
"Nathan?"
He hid his hands behind his back. "You are home."
Cheyenne saw what he swiftly did. She stared at him suspiciously, wondering what was behind him. "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing. Why do you ask? You should go freshen up now. I will go back to my room now." He took an excuse, and walked towards the elevator, but Cheyenne was quick to grab his hand before he could get into the elevator.
His hands felt cold the instant she touched it.
"What is...Blood?" She quickly let go of his hand, terrified at the sight of blood.
He didn't kill anyone, right?
