“Who is the devil, who is trying to kill me? Who the hell is that?” thinking while I placed my coffee cup on the table. My head was racing with questions as I leaned back and rested against Donald's thigh.
Currently, I don't know how or what to do, I let out a sigh “Probably, Evelyn should have woken up, I can't wait to see and discuss with her. I must see her again. Why is Donald refusing me?” I pondered.
When Donald looked up from his phone, he knew I would say something. “What did you say?” His forehead wrinkled as he examined me.
My fingers were wrapped around his fingers, the warmth of his fingers made me fell comfortable. “Seriously, I have a lot to think about.” I had to confessed to him.
Donald, never removed his eyes from me. “Really, okay, tell me like what?” He said with a s
