Chapter 13
- ARELLA'S POV
- I looked up to see Derica waiting, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desperation—a look I knew all too well. And as I was about to ignore him to go into my car, he stepped forward, blocking my path with his rigid arms.
- “Thank you for the help. She’s not yours anymore, I’ll take her home immediately.” He said with a low voice, but I could tell he was barely containing his anger.