Rowen POV
I looked at Cherry angrily. Daisy herself had hands and was not a little girl who couldn't wipe her mouth. I expected Daisy to deny it wisely and wipe her mouth for herself, I don't even f*****g care if she kept that thing stuck to her mouth even for days, but whatever Cherry asked right now was not appealed to me.
"Oh yeah sure," Harris said and he grabbed a tissue from the table. My brows knitted in the middle just by thinking he was going to do that.
He leaned closer to Daisy and slowly wiped her mouth. I felt a strange pain in my chest, so sharp and loud that I felt like turning the table here. I want to smash all the crockeries over his face one by one. and beat this Harris in the same way I beat the sandbag yesterday. Everything was pissing me off,
"Rowen, What happen
