"Please let me go now. Let me calm down." Anya said in a weak voice.
"If that's what you want, I will respect your decision." Aiden's eyes were filled with tenderness as he said this. Although he was reluctant to let Anya go, he knew he couldn't force her to stay.
Anya wiped her tears and ran towards the door carrying her bag.
"Madame, it's dark outside. No taxis nearby. If you go out alone…" Harris said as he heard Anya's bike.
It seemed they had underestimated Anya too much.
Because of her young age, they looked at Anya as if she was a very fragile flower in the garden. But Anya was not that weak. She was able to survive alone even before she came here.
Anya was a strong woman.
"Have someone follow her from afar. Don't let Anya know," said Aiden.
"Yes sir," Harris immediately ordered one of Aiden's bodyguards to follow and protect Anya.
