(Bella)
"Sorry ma'am. But we've been asked not to let you into this premises," one of the security guards tells me.
Is this a joke?
I roll my eyes at him. "I'm here to see my husband!" I retort firmly. "I'm sure you know who I am?"
"Of course we all do but please madam you have to leave now. I don't want to lose my job," he reply calmly, his tone pleading.
I can't believe this, why would Dean give such orders. How did we get here?
He disappeared on me, running away from problem and now he's restricting me?
I could already feel tears forming in my eyes, waiting to spill.
I turn to the guard again. "Please I have to see him. I promise not to get you into any trouble," I pleaded frustratingly.
He takes a deep breath. "Trust me ma'am, if I can, you wouldn't have to ask twice." He sa
