Malaya opened her eyes, a sharp pain hit her head like it was cracked into two.
"Are you alright?" Someone suddenly came to her aid. A warm voice that was full of worry. "I am not just with you and something already happened to you."
The pain in her head was already subsiding. Other than her name, Malaya couldn't remember anything. She glanced at the man beside her.
'What a handsome guy,' Malaya couldn't help but admire the face in front of her. Jet and messy black hair, and eyes that were like the beautiful and most exquisite rubies. And those beautiful eyes held worry as he looked at her.
She slowly sat down and leaned at the headboard of the bed. "Who are you, Mr. Handsome?" Malaya asked.
This time a flicker of anger flashed to the handsome man's face. Malaya couldn't help but feel frightened.
