Kendrick's temples throbbed, he wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "Go sit over there for a while, don't look this way."
Annabelle felt the coldness emanating from Kendrick, her scalp tingling, as she stood frozen in place.
"Be good, go quickly."
His tone was gentle yet firm, like a command, directing Annabelle to involuntarily move her legs and turn towards the distant booth.
Did Kendrick want to kill that person?
She had just thought of turning around to look when suddenly there came a loud c***k behind her, as if the sound of a joint breaking, and at the same time, Davin let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.
Annabelle shivered all over and wrapped Kendrick's coat tightly around herself. Finally, she didn't dare to look back and slowly sat down on the sofa, with
