Diana could hear a loud thud going off at the back of her mind, with her heart drowning deep in to the pits of her stomach, that felt tightened along with her guts wrapped with a tight knot of anxiety.
Diana’s hands quivered, as she took a step back as a reflex to protect herself from the man who appeared with a grim expression covering his face.
Had Diana seen that face on forty eight hours ago, she would’ve found a friend in him.
Just two days, Diana would had trusted him with all her being but seeing that man standing tall in front of her, with a grim look covering his face, Diana’s heart was firm on the fact that the man did not bear any good news.
“Jared…”
The name slipped out of Diana’s mouth as she gawked with horror filled gaze.
Jared stood, wearing a polo t shirt and a pair
