"Fine, I'll allow it. But, you must return on time," Bastian said.
"Sir, don't worry, I'll be back on time," Nasha said, trying to hold back her sadness in front of Bastian.
"I will take you to your father's house," said Bastian.
"No need, sir, let your bodyguards take me. Aren't you busy at work?" Nasha's tone was formal again, making Bastian feel uncomfortable.
"What's going on?" asks Bastian, his hand about to grasp Nasha's hand, but it is immediately gently brushed away by Nasha.
"Sir, I take my leave. Don't worry, I'll be back." Nasha smiles but reluctantly. Then she got into the car.
Bastian felt suspicious, so he decided to ask one of the bodyguards.
"Alpha, Miss Nasha went inside earlier. Not long after, she came out and cried," whispered one of the bodyguards.
Bastian immediately got into the car, making Nasha's brow furrow.
