"You already have wasted…" Cent paused in his speech and stared at the woman standing beside Asher with wide eyes. The color of her hair was different and she was fat but he could never be confused about her.
He closed the door with a bang bringing Ana back to her senses. She bit her lips and looked around. It was too late to run. And did she even want to run? She closed her eyes and a tear escaped her eyes when he took her name.
"Ana..! Oh lord. Ana!" Cent covered the large distance in a few strides and before anyone could blink, Ana was enveloped in his embrace. He was holding her so tightly as if he was afraid that she would run away the moment he would let her go. "Ana! I still could not believe that it was you."
