Chapter 23

• Fucking Daniel Debock casually walked in with nothing but briefs on, holding two mugs of coffee.
• At that point, Beatrice was confused as to what to do. Because she had no idea what she was even doing here or how she got here but thinking of her present situation and the fact that she was really sore in her lower area, Bea felt heavy tears build up in her eyes.
• “What did you do to me? How did I get here?” She voiced out, tears rolling down from her cheeks, still clutching the duvet against her chest since she knew she was wearing nothing underneath.