The moment he entered the room, he froze. The scene was not what he expected.
Vessara was no longer asleep. She was in a crazy frenzy. She was standing near the bed, the sheet wrapped tightly around her body. Her movements were quick and uneven as she grabbed her torn dress from the floor. Her fingers were shaking so badly that she could not pick it up properly.
She was panicking.
Vael frowned slightly. This wasn't what he was used to. Most of the women he had been with were laid back in the morning. Some tried to start conversations. Some tried to get his number. Some asked ridiculous questions like if he was single. Some asked to see him again.
But this? This was different. She looked like she had just woken up in a burning building.
"My life is doomed," Vessara said upon realizing she couldn't wear a torn dress. "This is bad. This. Is. Really. Bad…" Her voice was high, and the words came out fast.
