Krystal nearly jumped out of her skin as her heart raced in shock at the sudden voice.
“Oh, dear goddess!” She yelled, turning around instantly, clutching her chest while her other hand held on to her bag tightly. She gulped as she was now standing face to face with Zale who did not look happy to see her sneaking out.
He crossed his arms across his broad chest, raising a brow. “What is the meaning of this, Krystal?” He asked, whispering her name and she could hear the disappointment in his voice.
“I–it is not what it looks like, I swear.” She stuttered, waving her free hand frantically. His brows rose higher. He did not believe her one bit.
“Then what does it look like?”
“Well—”
“Because it looks to me like you are trying to leave after I told you not to.” Zale glared at Krystal, h
