“Hey, my love! Are you okay?” I was surprised when I saw Harold's face in front of me. His forehead ceased when he was staring at me for almost an hour. I shrieked when he moved towards me which made him look confused about my reaction.
I have wanted to know who Charles's father was for so long. But, why am I hurting whenever I think it is Harold, that he was the man that I slept with?
“Hey! What's wrong? Are you sick?” Worried was too evident in his tone so I sighed to calm myself. I think I don't need to overthink because I know that the man that I had s*x with on my eighteenth birthday had a dragon tattoo on his back.
“I-I am thinking about what I need to do for you. I felt sad that you're the only one who always made an effort for us.” The worry slowly disappeared on his face, and t
