“Is she doing alright?” Benjamin asked after Tristan got out of the chapel with Clara sleeping on his hands.
She fell asleep so suddenly probably because she was so tired of crying, “No, she isn't doing alright,”
“I just don’t get why she’s blaming herself, boss,” Julian suddenly arrived with his folded laptop in his arms and fixing his black thick glasses.
“It looks like they were attacked by some random mafia group,” He added, so Benjamin tilted his head at him while Tristan remained staring at him.
“She probably thought she put Julie’s life in danger because she’s in a mafia, but that’s not true, this might’ve been my fault because I arranged both of us in a marriage contract,” Benjamin clenched his hands while scratching the back of his head.
Julian, Raven, and Gene
