Albert
I am sipping an iced latte in the hotel’s restaurant, hoping it can cool down my inside that is burning with rage. Whenever I think about the scene where Seth looked at me and hugged Pree at Angkor Wat temple, I wanted to go and strangle him.
“If murdering someone was legal, I would have killed him long ago.” I put the straw away and lift the glass to my lips. I drink its content in one mouthful, making several small ice cubes pour into my mouth. As I munch on them, I imagine they are him.
How I wish stomping on a person can be this easy.
“Who are you trying to kill? And just for the info, it is illegal,” echoes a soprano voice from behind me.
I turn around to see Mia don in a blush floral print A-line spaghetti strap dress that is a few inches above the knees. The brown crown
