"Don't follow me…I want to be alone."
A frown marred his face when he heard what she said but he didn't stop her.
"Alright then, I won't follow you."
Desmond silently watched Angelina walk along the wide green field as she made her way to the lone tree with evergreen leaves and pink flowers all around the branches.
She had a dull face with dark eye rings and wore a purple long gown.
She looked normal but her skin color didn't have that glow, it looked slightly pale.
Desmond's eyes never left her for once, he was very worried for her and didn't like seeing her the way she was.
Someone came to stand beside him with a grim look.
"How long will she be like that?"
"I don't know, Everand. She suddenly became very mysterious and it's frustrating." He sighed.
"Is it true that your mate is unwell?" Everand asked with a worried look.
Desmond heaved in exhalation and bit his lower lip to stop himself from falling apart.
