Diers didn't wake up until ten in the morning after a dreamless night. Tired and confused as to why he was so exhausted, he suddenly realized what had happened. He pulled back the covers, and as expected, saw a bloodstain on the white sheet.
He had indeed been with someone last night.
"Damn it!" Diers's mood instantly soured.
Frustrated, he grabbed a cup from the bedside table and threw it at the wall. The cup shattered instantly.
It seemed like his anger was not completely vented, so he knocked everything off the bedside table onto the floor.
His body, his love, all of it was supposed to be for the girl he had been searching for such a long time.
But he was destroyed because of Lena.
He certainly had been too kind to that woman; he shouldn't have shown mercy, as it seemed to have resulted in him falling into her trap.
His phone rang.
It was Roy calling.
