Unexpectedly, the image of the red-headed woman whom Everard had met a few days ago appeared in front of his eyes.
Everard tight-shut his eyes in anger. Anger towards himself. And he shook his head to shake off that woman’s image from his mind.
‘Why the hell would I remember someone whom I met for a minute or two? What the hell is wrong with me?’ he grabbed his hair and screamed in his head.
And he kept on hitting his head with his fist in order to punish himself for thinking about some random woman when he was worried about Anastasia.
“Eve…” Alexander was now starting to get concerned for his friend. He had never seen Everard beating himself up like this. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk? I am starting to get worried now.”
However, Everard kept looking out of the window and ignored his friend.
