Embracing her in the dim light, he carried her into the villa.
His private villa wasn't tall, just two stories, with the master bedroom on the second floor.
The spiral staircase added a touch of Western style to the entire villa, and the murals on the walls were all worth fortunes...
But now, no one cared about that.
Chad Yakov carried Victoria Gibson into the master bedroom and laid her down on the bed, reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp.
The orange light spilled into the room.
Her fair face slightly tilted up, like a baby, sleeping defenselessly...
The anger in Chad Yakov's chest, stirred by Freddy Nelson, gradually dissipated with her serene sleeping face.
Unconsciously sitting beside her, his distinct fingers gently caressed her face, a hint of loneliness reflected in his eyes.
"You said you wouldn't leave me; what you did today, what was it?" his deep voice resonated in the quiet room.
The person on the bed remained sound asleep.
No one answered his question.
