Once Nora left her apartment, the smile on Damien's face fell. His demeanor changed to a hundred and eighty degrees. His face darkens so that one would run just by looking at him. He had a grim expression on his face as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
Nora's apartment which once belonged to her mother always has a cozy and warm vibe in it but this time, it turned cold. It was immediately wrapped by a tense atmosphere because of the presence of a man who held a menacing aura around him.
"It's me," Damien said in a cold tone. He used to be laid back. Calm in every situation knowing that he had it under control. But this time, even though he got the situation in the palm of his hands, he cannot be calm, especially when it was the love of his life that was being threatened.
