Beads of sweat were trickling down all over Desmond's body. His skin is as wet as if he's just being pulled out from a pool, yet there is no water around.
His muscles that were working so hard only seconds ago now struggle to hold his weight. His slender stature and tapered waist stagger to the chair to sit in his sweaty form.
"What happened to you Desmond? Why is your office in such a mess?"
Fright consumed every single cell in Hannah's body, swelling them with terror. With every second she practically felt the rise of fear in her when she saw his state.
She immediately ran to him and hooked her arms around his neck.
Desmond pushed her away in a despicable manner as he glares at her with a bloodthirsty expression and ice-cold lips. He slowly pointed his white pale slender finger
