He walked out of the room despite the voices that shouted out to him. He was mentally tired and done with what he had to say. What else he could say anyway? Comforting sh*ts?
No thanks! He himself needed a shrink after all this or God bless, he was going to cause atrocities.
He put on his custom-made Aviator classic ic! sunglasses and took the coat the Butler handed him and hanged it on his shoulder. He was in plain button-down ash grey shirt and khaki jeans from yesterday and Trainers shoes.
He hadn't shaved for days and his hairs weren't in their usual styled look. He shoved his fisted left hand in his pocket. His face was expressionless with his sharp jaw clenched.
He looked rugged but handsomely rugged. In a wild way, he had a charm about himself. He was like a man right out of GQ shoot.
