Derek
*Derek*
It was seven o’clock in the evening and I was sitting on a chair in my apartment. Doctor Wallace, the man who Daniel had booked to help me get better, was sitting just opposite me.
I had been asking for the past five hours that I wanted to speak with Isabella, but he won't let me see her.
“She is asleep, and we still have a lot to cover,” that has been his excuse. Yet all he asked me were unnecessary questions, claiming that they were clues to understanding my situation better.
I looked up at the wall clock in frustration. I had just lost my patience. I have to see her. I said in my heart and glanced back at Wallace who was still staring at me. “What are you doing? Are you trying to hold me here against my will? I said I have to see my mate.
“I am sorry sir, but I cann
