Sari’s POV
Gasping for air and crying profusely, I tried to rub the parts where I got injured. The sudden attack was uncalled for, atleast he could have let me explain myself.
“Mrs. Martin, Sir is calling you.” A woman said and I got up from the floor (with half-a-heart) feeling embarrassed.
Making my way to the nearest sink, I washed my face but my eyes glued to the fingerprints that decorated my neck.
My eyes bulged out. “How am I going to hide it?”
I had no scarf and nothing. Searching around I saw the helper wearing a scarf which I was about to steal but was shocked when his father appeared right in front of me.
Worrisome face, eyes scrutinizing me and I felt exposed under them. Hiding myself, I turned around to which he cleared his throat before speaking in the soothing voice th
