CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE
AUTHOR'S POV
Dera knocked gently, suddenly aware of staring eyes. This wasn't the first time she had visited Raymond or knocked at his door, but it certainly was her first since the humiliating arrest. Of course, everyone had seen her, literally every single soul. Who wouldn't? When she had been carried away with cuffs by uniformed policemen, looking like a dead cat.
She knew very well that it didn't matter to the onlookers that she had fainted nor was in a critical condition. What only mattered was the people who had led her out.
Raymond opened the door, looking very gaunt. He was dressed in a red turtleneck long sleeve that seemed too common for a highly paid doctor.
